Chapter 170
Chapter 170 Rip Apart the New Designs
As Diana stepped into the office, her heart sank at the sight before her. Her design sketches lay scattered on the floor, a few of them torn to shreds.
Gale was still ripping apart the new designs she had painstakingly crafted just the day before.
Fury surged through her as Diana confronted him.
“Gale, are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how important these designs are to me? I spent days on them!”
Gale tossed one of the crumpled sketches at her, his eyes oozing disdain.
“Diana, you think a country bumpkin like you can actually design clothes? Queenie wants to enter the designer
competition, and I won’t let you, the trashy little nobody, ruin her shot at success.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
A fire ignited in Diana’s gaze as she raised her hand.
The sound of her slap echoed in the room, leaving Gale momentarily stunned.
“Y… You hit me?” he stammered, his voice trembling.
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“Damn right I did! Do I need a special occasion to smack you? You’re throwing my future away for Queenie, and you expect me to just take it? I’ve been too nice to you for too long. I let you walk all over me, and now you think you can just destroy everything I’ve worked for? I should have left you to die in that car wreck. I saved you, only for Queenie to swoop in and steal my credit!”
With that, Diana seized Gale’s arm, and before he could react, she executed a powerful shoulder throw, sending him crashing to the floor.
Gale gasped in pain, staring at her with wide eyes. She was stronger than he had anticipated.
Diana’s expression was icy, tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke slowly, each word laced with hatred, “You claim Queenie saved you? Go ask her if she could carry you.
“Gale, today you’ve destroyed my designs, and I won’t blame you for it.
“Your fate was sealed long ago. I’ll enjoy watching Queenie ruin you one by one. Now get out!”
She kicked his arm for good measure.
Gale winced, grimacing at the pain. “Ah… It was you who took her credit!”
“Sure, I may have taken her credit, but I’ve already cut ties with
Chapter 170 Rip Apart the New Designs the Marsh family. Why can’t you let it go?
“What does Queenie’s future have to do with mine? Why the hell would you destroy my chances for her? Gale, you’re not even human. Get out of here; I don’t want to see your face again.”
After her outburst, Diana knelt down, staring at the wreckage of her designs, utterly drained.
These sketches represented countless hours of hard work, now reduced to scraps.
Gale sat up, baring his teeth in frustration as he watched her anguish. He felt torn, unable to discern who was telling the truth -Queenie or Diana.
“Diana, if you saved me, where’s your proof?” he challenged, unwilling to back down.
He thought, “How could someone so cruel possibly have saved me?”
Diana shot up, her eyes blazing. “Get out. Now.”
Without wasting another moment, she called security.
“Hello! Ms. Bishop here.”
Diana fumed. “Didn’t I make it clear last time? I said no one from the Marsh family is allowed in here!”
The security officer replied nervously, “Uh, Ms. Bishop, I’m
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really sorry, but I had a stomach issue this morning. While I was in the restroom, he must have slipped in.”
Fuming, Diana hung up the phone, her gaze locking on Gale,
who was still seething with resentment.
“Gale, if Queenie wants to climb to success on my back, she’s dreaming. I won’t let you two succeed at my expense.”