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    Cathy caught Monica’s knowing look and frowned. There was something about Monica’s stare—it was like she could see right through her. No. That wasn’t possible. Helena was a ghost in the industry—never showing her face or making public appearances. No one even knew what she looked like.


    For a split second, doubt crept in, but Cathy pushed it down. For years, she had been riding on the self-imed title of Helena’s protégé, using it to boost her own designs. Rich elites fought over her work, paying ridiculous amounts, all because they thought she was Helena’s protégé. It had made her a rising star. As long as Helena stayed in the shadows, she could continue to milk this lie for all it was worth.


    That was why Cathy had worked so hard to get Helena invited as a judge for thispetition. This was her golden chance to make her fake mentorship official. The Garrett family was hosting the event, which meant one thing—powerful connections. If she could get Helena to put her signature on one of her designs, no one, not even Monica, could ever question her again.


    Cathy waved for security to drag Monica out.


    Right at that moment, Elena walked in.


    Monica’s eyes lit up the second she spotted Elena. She waved enthusiastically. “Helena! Over here!”


    “Helena?” Yvette and Cathy both reacted at once—Yvette’s voice filled with excitement, Cathy’sced with suspicion.


    Yvette practically yanked Cathy’s sleeve. “Cathy, 100k! Your mentor Helena is here!” she squealed.


    Cathy’s stomach twisted. Did Monica actually know Helena?


    Then Cathy got a proper look at the neer—and immediately rxed. It was just Elena.


    Cathy scoffed, crossing her arms. “Her? My mentor? Please. Some backwater hick pretending to be Helena? What a pathetic joke. She can’t even lie properly.”


    Yvette’s grin wavered. “Wait… Cathy, she’s not Helena?” she asked, suddenly unsure.


    Cathy rolled her eyes. “Don’t you dare insult my mentor. That girl is just some nobody the Harper family dragged in from the sticks. She doesn’t have the brains or talent to be Helena.”


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    Yvette’s excitement drained from her face, reced with open disgust. “Oh. It’s her,” she muttered, nose scrunching in distaste. “What the hell is she even doing here? This is a designpetition, not a flea market. Guess trash really does attract more trash.”


    Yvette’s eyes scanned Elena from head to toe—simple clothes, not even a single piece of jewelry. Her disdain deepened.


    Monica’s face turned cold. It was one thing to insult her—but insulting Helena? That was unforgivable. These two clueless idiots didn’t even recognize Helena, and they had the audacity to im Cathy was Helena’s protégé?


    Monica’s lips curled in a smirk. “Frauds really do attract frauds. You two are talking out of your asses.”


    Yvette sucked in a sharp breath, her expression twisting. “Such ack of ss. Do you even know where you are? This is the Spencer family’s manor, not some random street corner. If you don’t have an invitation, get lost!”


    Monica, as the head of Leopardex, obviously had an invitation. She pulled out her invitation and waved it in front of them. “Take a good look. This is an invitation, isn’t it?”


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