Chapter 195
Devon honestly didn’t feel like talking to Marina, but since she’d come over and asked, he didn’t bother sugarcoating his answer.
“That day, I critiqued both your design and Niamh’s. You knew perfectly well I’d mixed up the two of yours, but you were more than happy to take credit for praise that should have gone to Niamh.”
“…”
“Am I wrong?”
Marina had no answer.
“If you really want to apologize, or make things right, you owe that to Niamh, not to
me.”
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“Let me give you some advice, Marina. Cutting corners and playing tricks might get you ahead temporarily, but it never lasts.”
As soon as Devon finished lecturing her, Marina rolled her eyes internally. He was the one who’d mixed up the designs, not her–so why was she the one getting
blamed?
Fuming, Marina suddenly noticed Niamh handing a piece of jewelry to Chairman
Grant.
It was a hairpin.
Solid gold, no gemstones, but crafted with old–world techniques–brushed finish, delicate filigree, and vibrant enamel. The workmanship was exquisite; this was no ordinary piece.
This was the hairpin Niamh had finished but never submitted during the original
round.
“I saw online that you and your wife had a traditional–style wedding,” Niamh explained. “I guessed she’d appreciate something classic, so I used pure gold. The design of the hairpin recreates the place where you proposed–Mooncrest Summer
Estate.”
Liam Grant placed the hairpin carefully in its box and offered her a warm smile. “Thank you, Niamh.”
17:30
“So… what do you think of my design, Chairman Grant?” Niamh asked timidly, her hands folded nervously.
She’d hoped her inventiveness and craftsmanship might impress him. But his reaction was so calm that she grew anxious.
“If you’d shown me this a while ago, I would’ve been amazed–blown away, even…” Liam chuckled, shrugging. “But now? This is just what I expect from you.”
Niamh blinked, confused.
What was that supposed to mean?
Liam didn’t bother explaining. In his eyes, Niamh wasn’t just Niamh anymore–she was the legendary, elusive designer BYC from FY. But since Niamh clearly didn’t want attention, he pretended not to know.
After chatting with Liam Grant, Niamh turned–and found herself face–to–face with
Marina.
It was obvious Marina had come looking for her.
“Quite the star of the evening, aren’t you,” Marina started, arms crossed, her stance confrontational–nothing like the demure act she put on when Jonathan was
around.
Niamh just smiled.
“I could shine even brighter, you know.”
“You-!” Marina almost bit her tongue in frustration.
Niamh’s confidence made it clear: she must have figured out that Devon had mixed up their designs from the very start. Which meant Niamh was always destined to
win.
Marina bit her lower lip, and the anger on her face shifted into a saccharine smile. “I only wanted to let you know…” she began, drawing out each word, watching Niamh carefully, “Jonathan told me himself a couple of days ago…”
Though Niamh said nothing, there was a flicker of interest in her eyes.
Marina knew that nothing could get under Niamh’s skin like Jonathan.
“He said he’s finally going to make it official with me.”
The announcement didn’t seem to surprise Niamh.
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Chapter 195
She and Jonathan were on the verge of divorce–this time, for real. A few months at most, maybe only days.
Marina was Jonathan’s first love, his one true love, and now, they were inseparable, always side by side.
