Chapter 445
- Liza’s lips curled into a mocking smile as she met Alora’s panicked gaze. Her voice was calm yet sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.
- "Miss Alora, I can say with absolute certainty that I never gave you this design draft. That leaves only one possibility—you stole my work."
- She tilted her head slightly, her tone laced with amusement. "So, tell me, what excuse do you have now?"