Chapter 92

Celeste gave a faint smile, calm and composed as she said, "I remember you didn't stay long at Shaw Corp either, right, Michelle? Honestly, if you hadn't suddenly left back then, you should've been the one representing Shaw at this competition. Our design department's always been about talent, isn't it?" "I left Shaw because..." Michelle cut herself off midway, her face tightening like she suddenly remembered something that ticked her off. She shot Celeste a sharp glare, voice cold, "It was a personal decision, okay? None of your business. I've seen the stuff you've submitted lately. If you're saying nobody helped you with that, I'm not buying it. Don't get smug just yet - the finals are live-streamed, remember? Better not embarrass yourself out there." Celeste didn't bother defending herself - no need. This woman had always been narrow-minded, like anyone with some skill had to be cheating. She'd hung around for years thinking the world owed her a break, rode to fame on stolen designs