Chapter 255


    Ynda was quite angry but burst intoughter the moment she saw a tag hanging around Arabe’s


    neck, which read “Assistant No.16“.


    “My dad gave you six million, what happened? You spent it all? Now you have to work as an assistant


    in some smallpany? Where’s your self–respect?”


    Designer No.9 quickly chimed in, “Yoli, she’s working for a subsidiary of the Collins family.”


    “Wait, you mean the filthy rich Collins family?”


    “Exactly.”


    A flush of embarrassment crept across Ynda’s face, but she quickly shrugged it off, “Even in a


    billionaire’spany, she’s still an assistant, doing all the grunt work. Life’s tough for her.”


    Arabe remained silent.


    “Without the Murphy family, you’d be scraping by. If I were you, I’d go home and get down on my knees


    and apologize to my parents. Maybe they’d be so happy that they’d give me some pocket money.”


    “Maybe you’re okay being a puppet, but I’m not.”


    Arabe nced at the tag around Ynda’s neck, which also had the word ‘Assistant‘.


    She had tagged along with the designer No.9.


    “You talk a big game. I thought you were a designer.” Arabe didn’t have time for her and was about


    to leave.


    Ynda stopped her again, “I’m wearing this tag to gain some experience, not to ve away like you.


    We’re not the same!”


    Ynda was feeling pretty smug, “I’m the only daughter in my family, and I’ll inherit the family business.


    I’m just here to get a feel of the industry, what’s wrong with that?” Arabe found this quite hrious


    and gave a smallugh, “You think your family business can survive the month?”


    Ynda had a sinking feeling, “What do you mean?”


    “Your family is going bankrupt.”


    “Stop talking nonsense!” Ynda shouted angrily as Arabe walked away, “I’m nothing like you, a girl


    from a poor family who has to work. Even if I go bankrupt, i’ll still be better off than you!”


    “Oh, we’ll see about that.” Arabe headed straight for the break area.


    Ynda was fuming!


    “Yoli, who is she?” Designer No.9 couldn’t resist asking.


    Ynda gritted her teeth as she watched Arabe walk away, “Just a nobody. You don’t need to know


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    who she is.”


    Ynda was raised by a cleaner and didn’t know a thing about design. She was here today as an


    assistant to broaden her horizons, and maybe show off a bit.


    To increase her value and possibly catch the attention of the Panter family.


    Although she was here–as an assistant, the designers in thepany were fawning over her, waiting


    on her hand and foot.


    “You need to outperform them, got it?”


    “Yes. Designer No.9 quickly agreed and made a mental note of how Arabe and Molly looked.


    Just as Arabe returned to the break area, a wealthy youngdy eyed her with arrogance and walked


    over.


    “Arabe?”


    Arabe looked up, clearly not recognizing thedy decked out in designer clothes and radiating a


    strong aura.


    “The standards for the Solterra Cup Garment Design Contest have really gone down. Since when is a


    shameless woman allowed to participate?”


    The wealthydy’sment immediately drew the attention of a dozen people around Arabe, who


    found herself to be very confused.