Chapter 49: Triplets’ Mighty Mom Chapter 49

Chapter 49 He Who Strikes First Wins

Camila looked at her with a relaxed expression. I can't believe she participated in this grand fashion

competition too. This will be interesting. I guess she still doesn't know that I'm one of the judges.

Really, of all the roads you could have picked, you had to pick this one-1 guess you'll get your just

reward. “Why are you smiling?” Lyla felt scared when she saw the sly smile on Camila's face.

After all, she knew in her heart that all her designs were copied off Camila’s works. Well, she doesn’t

have any evidence. So, it's not like she can do anything to me. Still, meeting her here... If she kicked

up a fuss, it would reflect badly on me. If so, why don't I make a pre-emptive strike against her?

Thus, she looked around the room indifferently, fiddling with her phone for a bit before putting it

back into her pocket. Camila looked at her and said in a neutral voice, “I'm laughing at how childish

you are. Dol even need a team to beat you? I can handle you alone.” Then, Lyla said in an aggrieved

voice, “Why can't you let me be? Can't we live together peacefully?” Camila was sitting on a chair.

Despite sitting down, she gave off an inexplicable vibe of a king ruling over his subjects as she said

coldly, “That's not possible. I will never be able to live beside you peacefully. Do you finally know

fear now? It's a pity that it's too late for that. I will make you pay for everything you did to me, be it

now or in the past.” On the other hand, Lyla made her voice lower, deliberately making it sound like

she was pleading, “Camila, I'm begging you. I put a lot of time and effort into the design for this

grand competition. C-Can we have a truce, just for today? When the grand competition is over, you

can do whatever you want!” Camila narrowed her eyes, feeling that something was amiss as she

lifted her gaze to look at Lyla. “Lyla, can you act like a normal person?”

Then, Lyla started crying. “Camila, I'm begging you! As long as you let me finish the competition, I

promise I will do whatever you say later! No matter what you want me to do, I'll do it.” Camila felt a

chill in her heart. Standing up abruptly, she looked at Lyla as if she had seen a ghost. Lyla is acting

too strangely. She must be up to one of her tricks again. “Don’t talk nonsense! There is nothing

between you and me!” After saying that, she turned to leave. However, she felt somebody hugging

her from behind before she could take a single step. Struggling instinctively, she heard the clear

sound of a slap ringing out, followed by Lyla's earth-shattering scream.

“Ah!”

Immediately after that, she heard the sound of cosmetic products clattering to the

ground noisily. Camila coldly stood by the door, staring at the person inside the room. Half of Lyla’s

face was swollen and red, and she was acting like she had been possessed by an actor's spirit-she

portrayed the very essence of a suffering, aggrieved, and pitiful person. Looking at Lyla, Camila felt

nothing but disgust. Thus, she said icily, “Lyla, how many times are you going to pull this trick?” Still,

Lyla continued pitifully, “Camila, please allow me to finish the competition! Once return, I'll take your

punishment, okay?”

Some of the participants had come rushing over after hearing the commotion. However, none of

them knew who Camila was. When they saw how badly Lyla had been hit, they immediately

assumed that Camila was picking on her. Thus, they accused her, “What's going on?” “That's right.

Who are you? Why did you hit her?” “Are you a staff member working with the program crew?”

“How could a staff member act so arrogantly? Should we call security?” Camila felt extremely

drained emotionally, and her gaze was sharp as she glanced around at the crowd. “Did you see me

hitting her? The one who falls must be the victim, while the one who is fine must be the abuser. Is

that what you guys think? Why are you indiscriminately accusing me out of the blue when you

didn't even witness anything?” Upon hearing those words, the crowd fell silent immediately. After

that, Camila indifferently glanced down at Lyla, who remained on the ground. Then, she turned

around and left the room-out of sight, out of mind. One of the girls that had a pretty good

relationship with Lyla hurriedly went and helped Lyla up. “Lyla, are you okay?” Standing up with the

help of the girl, Lyla smiled bitterly. “Please don't feel wronged on my behalf. She is my sister. I think

she is also a participant in this competition. She lost her temper, thinking that I'm trying to

outcompete her because I joined the competition too. That's why she hit me.”