“Thank you! Miss Morris.” Mrs. Carter smiled.

Jennifer, who had stood by watching as this conversation transpired, was now seething anger.

When they left the gallery, Jennifer got in a fancy convertible sports car and stopped in front of Selene, who was at the roadside waiting for a cab.

“Selene, are you proud that Mrs. Carter chose your designs?”

Selene looked at her coldly. “I am happy about it, but I can see that this makes you very angry.”

Jennifer was stunned, and her face turned pale. “Selene, don’t be too pleased with yourself. If you’re really that great, why do you still only run a small store after so...