As soon as she finished speaking, Evelyn Curtis was naturally fuming with anger, her nostrils flaring and eyes flashing.
The others, provoked by her words, also began to murmur amongst themselves.
"Seems like she’s not wrong. This person has poor taste. Who knows how he’ll criticize our work?"
"Right, right, I’ve worked so hard and studied for so many years. The last thing I want is for someone who doesn’t appreciate good work to throw around random criticisms."
"What can we do about it? She has connections!"
"Ah, well, it’s our bad luck. Next time we should just avoid Evelyn Curtis."
The volume of these discussions was obviously lowered, but in the small space of the lounge, there was no escaping them.
Evelyn Curtis could hear everything they were saying clearly.
Even though she was angered, she was powerless against the idle chatter of the crowd.
Her eyes shot around the crowd with an aggressive hostility. Wherever her gaze swept, the designers looked away.
Although they looked down on Evelyn Curtis, they didn’t dare to show it too openly.
Finally, Evelyn Curtis turned her gaze to rest on Charlotte Thompson’s face.
"Are you all just waiting for me to fall so you can kick me?"
A small voice from the crowd seemed particularly grating at this point.
"What fall and kick? We just can’t stand fake people."
"That’s right. What’s the big fuss? Even if she pops her eyeballs out, it won’t change the fact that she’s wearing a fake."
The voice was low but clear, reaching everyone’s ears without dropping a single word.
However, no one knew who this voice came from or where it originated.
The voice was like a sharp knife, piercing the last bit of Evelyn Curtis’s dignity.
A wave of anger caused her to clench her fists. Her long nails even dug into her flesh, yet she felt no pain whatsoever.
Meanwhile, Charlotte calmly shrugged, "Miss Curtis, you’ve heard what they said, there’s no point in staring at me..."
Before Charlotte could finish her statement, a hand struck her face with lightning speed.
Everything happened so abruptly that no one expected Evelyn Curtis to act so fast.
All of them sucked in a cold breath in surprise.
Coco was no exception. She rushed up to Charlotte, her face filled with distress and regret, "Miss Thompson, are you..."
Charlotte merely felt a burning pain on her left cheek. She gently shook her head, "I’m okay."
She never expected Evelyn Curtis to be so bold, to openly and cleanly take action under everyone’s gaze.
In fact, she didn’t know that Evelyn Curtis had always been daring.
Otherwise, how could she have climbed from a small-town girl to her current position?
Otherwise, how dare she to boldly pose as Sophie Allen, and stand by Justin Battleson with such audacity?
As Charlotte touched her face, she thought of her own previous encounter with Evelyn’s cunning scheme and the death of Aunt Watson. The flames of hatred ignited and were immediately suppressed within her heart.
Dealing with Evelyn Curtis, there’s no rush.
"Eh! Why is she leaving so soon?" The rightful source is novel⁂fire.net
"She slaps someone and just walks away?"
The murmurs from the surrounding crowd pulled Charlotte out of her hatred.
She lifted her head, only to see Evelyn Curtis hurriedly departing from scene.
Charlotte watched as all the designers went back to their seats, nobody daring to lock eyes with her or exchange words.
At this moment, each person was out for themselves. Causing trouble with others would have no positive benefits, so why do it?
"Coco, I’m fine. Let’s rest for a bit and prepare for the second round."
Charlotte watched Coco’s worried and regretful face, her heart feeling slightly comforted as she spoke softly.
After she spoke, she went to sit back down in front of the mirror. Upon seeing the slight redness on her left cheek, she carefully touched it.
It still stings a bit.
Of course, she wasn’t just going to take this slap for nothing.