Mr. Clark's legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand.

Fortunately, there was a table next to him. He grabbed onto it, or else he would have hit his head and bled.

"I really don't know about this. Miss Selena only asked me to falsify the report. She didn't tell me that someone was going to cause trouble, and she even took it to court."

The man narrowed his eyes as a cold glint shone in his eyes.

It was not Lucy and Selena who did it.

Then, who would want to target Julia's store?

He furrowed his brows and coldly said, "Get out."

"Y-Yes." Mr. Clark dashed out.

After everyone left, Shadow One came out from the shadows.

"Should we have someone jeep an eye on Mr. Clark?"

"No need. Gog investigate who sent those troublemakers."

The man leaned back in his chair, casually removing the mask from his face, revealing his exquisite and unparalleled handsome face.

With just one glance, Shadow One was deeply enamored and couldn't look away.

After following this man for so many years, her love for this face had not faded with time, but she had become even more deeply attached.

She was obsessed with him.

She had to have him.

...

After leaving Julia's store, Freya did not immediately go home. Instead, she went to Selena's studio.

It was said that just as Julia's store closed its doors, Selena launched a new product.

Everything fits together so perfectly

Selena's attempt to salvage her reputation was too obvious.

Freya wanted to see what "masterpieces" Selena could come up with.

News about the festering wounds caused by inferior quality ingredients had spread. Everyone in Selena studio was laughing and jeering at what they read on the news.

Freya's appearance at the studio entrance caused a huge uproar.

"Hey, isn't that Julia's assistant, Ms. Lawson or something?"

"What's going on? Now that Julia is in trouble, is she here to beg Selena for forgiveness?"

"How shameless. They use substandard fabric to harm customers yet they falsely accuse us of plagiarism. I think it's all a trap set by Julia's brand."

"Exactly! Selena has always been original, never resorting to such sneak attacks."

"This time it's a big mess. The victims have taken it to court. If the charges are proven, Julia will not just face the closure of her stores, she might even end up behind bars for a few years."

Freya had just stepped out of the elevator when she heard the mocking voices coming from all directions.

She frowned with disgust.

Begging?

Trap?

Originals only and no plagiarism?

What a joke. The fact that Amy plagiarized Ava's design was undeniable. These flies had some audacity to bring it up.

Were they not afraid of being utterly embarrassed?

Freya could not be bothered with them and continued walking forward. "Where is Selena?"

"Oh, Selena is a top international designer, not someone any nobody can meet casually."

Freya raised an eyebrow, her eyes sharp as she looked at the speaker.

She approached the other person step by step, her voice getting colder, "I'm asking you, where is Selena?"

She then grabbed the other person's collar.

The other person was frightened by her threatening aura and stammered, "What do you want? This is Selena's studio, not Julia's shop. This is not a place where you can act recklessly. You better let me go right away, or else... I-I won't hold back."

"Let's see what you do when you're not holding back then."

Freya lazily yawned as she nonchalantly spoke.

The other person immediately started shouting. "Security! Someone is causing trouble here! Get her out of here and…"

"Noisy!"

Freya scratched her ear, then struck the back of the person's neck with a palm, causing her to faint.

She casually threw her into the corridor and coldly looked at everyone. "Anyone else want to come and try?"

She had not exercised for a while. Her bones were aching. She needed to have a few fights to stretch and relax.

Everyone was intimidated by her and took two steps back as they cautiously stared at her. "Don't mess around. Selena will be here soon. If you cause trouble on her turf, she won't have mercy on you."

As that was said, the elevator across the hall dinged.

It was them followed by the ear-piercing noise of heels clacking as a shrill voice spoke.

"I thought it was some fool causing a ruckus here. It turns out it's Ms. Lawson, Julia's senior assistant!"

"Loser, still doing well? It seems the lawsuit from last time cost you a few million. It's not a big deal. You look radiant, so that little bit of money must not have hurt. Still, you should thank me for giving you peace for so long."

At the mention of that issue, Selena's face immediately turned ugly. She snarled. "B*tch, how dare you come here and kick up a fuss when you're dying soon. Just you wait until the truth about using substandard fabric is verified. You can look forward to spending a few years behind bars. By then, I will definitely find someone to properly entertain you."

Freya shrugged. "I'll be waiting for you, but it's better to go after someone who can actually fight back. Otherwise, you'll fall with just one move, how boring."

"Such a sharp-tongued little bitch, alright, I'll find a few tough guys to take care of you. Even in death, you'll enjoy it."

"Thank you then."

Freya nonchalantly laughed.

Selena's face twisted in anger as she could not get the upper hand in the conversation. "Get out! You're not welcome here!"

"Don't be in such a hurry. I haven't even had a cup of coffee yet," Freya replied.

She then boldly walked into the studio.

"Who gave you permission to come in?" Selena angrily followed.

Freya treated her like a mad dog barking all the time. He was completely unfazed.

Selena's studio was decorated very luxuriously.

Looking around, there was an office area with sample clothes displayed on the glass kitchen counter, all newly designed products.

Freya approached the display and was just about to touch a sample, when she heard Selena's angry scream from behind.

"Get this woman out of here. Don't let her touch our samples! Kick her out of the studio."

Soon, a group of fearless people rushed over.

Selena was now in her prime, and everyone wanted to please her to become the new favorite, striving for a chance for promotion and a raise.

Freya watched a group of women waving their hands around and shook her head with a smile.

She didn't want to make things ugly, but since Selena insisted on asking for trouble, she wouldn't blame her for making a scene.

When several women rushed over, Freya forcefully grabbed their hands and kicked towards their stomachs.

Everyone retreated, all falling to the ground, their cries blending together.

"You, and you, all of you come at me."

Selena was furious. This was her territory, how dare someone come here and cause trouble as if she were dead.