At the Beale's.Just as Sharon was about to go upstairs, Natalia called her.
Sharon turned around and asked, "What is it?"
"I just want to remind you that Jameson has always been coveting the Beale Group.Since you think you are a member of this family, you should keep a distance from him."
Sharon thought she was being ridiculous.
"Miss Beale, are you trying to be nice to me?"
Natalia said in a cold tone, "It's up to you whether you listen or not.Just so you know, if Dad finds out that you are close to Jameson, he won't be happy about it.”
"Miss Beale, you must have misunderstood one thing" Sharon said calmly, standing in the stairwell.
"I came to the Beale's to get what I deserve.I decide who I should be with.It's nobody else's business."
"Ms.Allyson, the first day you came, I already told you that you had to follow the Beale family's rules when you lived here.It seems that you didn't take what I said seriously."
"Who set the rules?" Sharon asked.
"You? Did you forget my status in this family?" Natalia's face clouded up.
Was Sharon implying that she didn't have the qualifications to establish the rules of the Beale family? Sharon continued, "Since we don't like each other, let's just not talk to each other.Fake concern and hypocritical greetings are not necessary.This will save us a lot of trouble.What do you think, Miss Beale?"
Natalia sneered, "I hope you still have such confidence in the competition."
"Of course, I will."
After saying that, Sharon went upstairs without looking back.
Natalia smiled sinisterly.
When she withdrew her gaze, she found Talon standing not far away.
"Dad, did you hear everything?" she asked.
Talon nodded and said, "Come with me."
After arriving at the study room, he closed the door and sat on his desk.
"Natalia, I know you hate her very much, but you just have to bear with it.When the time comes, she will leave."
"Are you asking me to put up with her because she has Mr.Jones’ support?" Natalia asked.
"That isn't the main reason."
Talon narrowed his eyes and continued, "Now is not the time to talk about it.You will know in the future.’’
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Talon added, "Don't participate in the designer competition.I have other plans."
"All right."
Natalia wouldn't be stupid enough to carry out her vicious plan in person while countless pairs of eyes were watching her at such a time.
Besides, there were many people who hated Sharon.
Even if she didn't make a move, someone else would teach Sharon a lesson for her.
A week passed quickly.
Sharon finished the design and left home to take it to the sponsor.
When she reached the office building, a group of designers were complaining about something together.
"I really think there is something wrong with the people in charge of this competition.Let's put aside the weird requests.They asked us to come precisely at the given time, not earlier or later.But now that we've arrived, where are they? Their office is still locked.They intentionally tricked us, didn't they?"
"Calm down.They are the sponsor, after all.Whatever they say, we can't complain."
"You need a therapy.Persecution complex is an illness.Early treatment, early recovery."
After she finished speaking, she put the jewelry box containing her design into a random cubicle, and then turned to look at Rita.
"I hope you have basic legal knowledge.The Proctor Group can sue you for slandering Mr.Proctor for leaking trade secrets.You will be jailed wearing handcuffs."
Rita looked astonished and extremely embarrassed.
After Sharon left, the designers looked at each other.
More than ten minutes had passed after the said time, but no staff member had shown up.
It seemed no one was going to come.
Besides, whether Sharon got inside information on the competition from Jameson or not, she knew him, after all.
She wouldn't be eliminated because of it before the preliminary round even started.
So, the designers figured it couldn't go wrong to do what she did.
Then, just like her, each of them put their design into a cubicle and left.
They didn't have to worry about their designs being stolen, for the drafts and finished designs had been emailed to the sponsor.
After everyone left, a few staff members came and collected their designs into a box.
Then, they put it into the car and drove away to deliver them to the judges.
Apart from the sponsor, no one else knew whom each design belonged to.
The judges could not see the designer's name, so they could only grade the designs according to the work.
All this was to guarantee that it was a fair competition.
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