Chapter 352
Chapter 352:
Then, a memory struck like a hammer to her skull—Yelena had been in that photo with the sales assistant from the Moda Style store. The same assistant had mentioned that Yelena was a designer for Moda Style. Could it actually be true?
Bella had dismissed it as a joke back then, too absurd to be true. But now, the pieces started falling into place. It seemed clear now—Bella needed to dig deeper into Yelena’s past. There were too many unanswered questions, too many strange coincidences.
Yelena always seemed to land on her feet, no matter the challenge. It was as if success followed her around like a shadow, effortlessly.
Bella couldn’t believe it—how could Yelena keep winning, always managing to stay a step ahead?
Bella’s jaw tightened with determination as she made a vow to herself. The next time she got a chance, she would strike Yelena hard—no holding back.
Bella clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she watched Yelena glide away with an air of triumph. Monica stormed up to her, irritation etched across her face. “Bella, didn’t you promise we’d see Yelena make an absolute fool of herself in front of everyone tonight? Instead, I witnessed their flawless dancing! What was that all about p>
Her frustration was practically radiating off her like steam from a boiling kettle.
Bella shifted uncomfortably, her voice dropping to a hesitant murmur. “I can’t explain it. I don’t know how Yelena figured out the gown had been tampered with. It’s baffling. Earlier, I overheard someone from Moda Style calling her their designer. Could it be… she actually works for them? Is that how she spotted the flaw in the dress so easily p>
She shared her worries, her voice tinged with unease.
Monica’s eyes narrowed as she processed this new tidbit. “What? Yelena, a designer for Moda Style? That’s laughable. Isn’t she supposed to be… well, uneducated? How could she possibly have anything to do with that high-fashion brand p>
The very idea sounded ludicrous, like a bad joke that didn’t land.
– 𝕃𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓽 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶
“I thought the same at first,” Bella admitted with a sigh. “But now, it’s starting to make sense. What if she really is that good p>
Monica’s frown deepened, her disbelief slowly giving way to unease.
If Yelena truly had that kind of talent, she wasn’t just a nuisance anymore—she was a threat. A serious one.
If Yelena had been the clueless girl Monica and Bella always assumed, she wouldn’t have been worth a second thought. No one from the elite Barton family would consider her marriage material. But now, if she were a Moda Style designer—connected to a brand worshipped by high-society women—everything changed.
Her competence wasn’t just unexpected; it was infuriatingly impressive.
Monica’s lips twisted into a scowl. The thought of Yelena outshining her, the lady of the prestigious Mitchell family and a violin prodigy, was unbearable.
“Humph. Let’s just see how long her little victory lasts!” Monica sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. Her mind churned as she folded her arms, already scheming. “We need to dig deeper, Bella. There’s no way this is all there is to her p>
Bella nodded, her expression equally troubled. “You’re right. Something about this doesn’t add up. We need to figure out what’s really going on p>
As the night wore on, Bella’s thoughts swirled with questions. How had it all come to this? No matter how carefully Bella plotted, her schemes against Yelena always seemed to backfire spectacularly, leaving her on the losing side every time.
Meanwhile, Yelena paid no mind to the two women whispering behind her and made a beeline for the buffet table. This hotel truly lived up to its reputation for luxury. The spread of drinks, desserts, and savory dishes was downright dazzling.
Only at the sight of food did Yelena realize just how hungry she was. Her stomach growled in agreement. She grabbed a plate, her eyes settling on a slice of decadent chocolate cake. With a satisfied sigh, she picked it up and prepared to savor her first bite.
But before she could taste the rich sweetness, a voice dripping with mockery interrupted her. “Miss Roberts, we meet again. Seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn’t it p>