Chapter 375
Chapter 375:
“But I’ve never had an allergy before,” Bella replied, her tone dripping with doubt. “I’ve always been healthy. Why would this happen now p>
“If you don’t believe me, you can always go to the hospital for a check-up,” Yelena replied evenly.
Bella let out a soft “sure” as though reluctantly convinced. But she wasn’t done yet. She turned to Yelena, her expression sharp, her voice lilting with false innocence.
“But why would I suddenly have an allergic reaction?” She tilted her head slightly, her challenging gaze fixed on Yelena, as if daring her to come up with an answer.
“Well? You seem to know a lot. Why aren’t you saying anything now?” Bella thought quietly.
Yelena cast a casual glance at Bella, her expression neutral but her mind alert. She could sense Bella’s schemes brewing beneath her composed facade. That smug glint in Bella’s eyes, no matter how well hidden, betrayed her. Yelena leaned back slightly, preparing for whatever game Bella was playing this time.
Her voice calm and measured, Yelena explained, “An allergic reaction is essentially the immune system overreacting to certain substances, known as allergens. The causes vary—genetics, environmental factors, food, pet dander, insect bites, medications, chemicals, cosmetics, and even things like emotional stress or anxiety. Age can also play a role. Children’s immune systems, for instance, are still developing, so they’re often more sensitive than adults p>
Yelena’s thorough explanation came out so naturally and confidently that Bella was momentarily thrown off. After a brief pause, Bella said, her tone laced with faux curiosity, “That’s strange. Cosmetics and everything, I’ve used all those products before, and I’ve never had an allergic reaction. Why would it happen today p>
Then, without missing a beat, Bella turned toward Bernice, her tone shifting to one of camaraderie. “Bernice, don’t you think it’s odd p>
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Bernice instinctively glanced at Bella, her eyes drawn to her outfit. As someone who knew Bella well, Bernice was quick to catch even the slightest alterations in her style.
“Bella, are those new clothes you’re wearing? Could it be the fabric causing the reaction p>
“New clothes?” Bella echoed, her gaze dropping to her attire. A sly smile crept across her lips as her eyes flickered back to Yelena, satisfaction gleaming in her expression. “I don’t think that’s the problem. Unless? I got this from Moda Style’s latest collection, straight from their store p>
“Moda Style?” Bernice repeated, almost choking on her words. “Well, if it’s from them, then it’s probably fine p>
It was a strange notion—Moda Style’s clothing was known for its premium price tag, and any issues with quality would be a disaster for the brand. For a luxury label, something like this could destroy them entirely. Their pricing was already steep for a relatively new brand—despite its popularity, and a scandal like this would leave them without customers.
Yelena watched Bella’s performance unfold, a mix of disbelief and amusement flickering across her face. It was obvious now—this was all a carefully orchestrated show, and the real target was Moda Style. But Bella’s plan was doomed from the start.
“I suggest you visit a hospital and get a proper allergy test,” Yelena said, her voice calm and measured, as if she were brushing off Bella’s antics entirely.
Bella smirked inwardly, already prepared for Yelena’s response. “Of course, I’m definitely going to the hospital for a check-up p>
Bella couldn’t wait for the results—she was determined to use them as a weapon. If she couldn’t have something, she’d destroy it. That was a lesson she had lived by since childhood. And her sights were set squarely on Moda Style because Yelena was a designer there. Moda Style was the talk of high society, celebrated for its designs and exclusivity. What made it even more infuriating to Bella was that Yelena was the brand’s lead designer. If the Harris couple discovered Yelena’s hidden talent and her role at Moda Style, they’d undoubtedly see Yelena as remarkable—someone worthy of admiration and respect. That couldn’t happen. Bella wouldn’t allow it.
Once she had made sure that Moda Style was out of business, Bella would expose Yelena as a designer there. It was a perfect plan—after the truth was out, Yelena would face the scorn of the masses. This time, Bella wasn’t leaving anything to chance. Yelena wouldn’t escape her trap.