Chapter 1812

Now it seemed she had been mistaken.

Elizabeth could read Bella like an open book.

Bella’s simmering anger was evident in the tightness of her lips and the fire in her eyes.

With her plan teetering on the edge of success, a rush of pride flooded through her veins, her chest swelling with satisfaction at the upcoming victory.

“Maybe you should inform Margery ahead of time,” she suggested, her voice smooth.

“It would be worse if we can’t deliver the dress on schedule.

”

She added, “Didn’t you design a dress recently? One that’s still available? You could offer that to Margery.

”

Bella didn’t reply.

Her head ached as thoughts about the project swirled around.

Her mind buzzed with Elizabeth’s words.

“Stella isn’t trustworthy… Of course, she went back on her words… I told you not to rely on

Stella.

There are plenty of designers who are more professional…”

Elizabeth’s criticisms echoed in her head.

The pounding in her head grew worse.

Bella sank into the sofa, exhausted.

Elizabeth felt a smug satisfaction.

Bella had ignored her warnings and chosen to work with Stella.

Noticing Bella’s increasing discomfort, Elizabeth approached her with fake concern.

“Mom, don’t let her get to you.

She’s not worth it.

”

With those words hanging in the air, she seized the chance to demean Stella yet again.

“Seriously, it’s all on Stella.

She couldn’t even wrap up the job, but she had to keep up appearances.

She’s nothing but a headache for everyone else.

She usually looks so capable, but a total letdown in the crunch.

What an absolutely worthless person!”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Elizabeth frowned and reluctantly got up to answer it.

“Who’s there?” she called out.

She flung the door wide open and spotted Stella standing there.

Stella looked worn out, holding a dress in her hand.

Elizabeth’s expression turned sour.

This woman was seriously getting on her nerves.

With a cold glare, she demanded, “What do you want?”

Stella didn’t hesitate.

“I need to see Bella,” she stated firmly.

Annoyed, Elizabeth replied, “Mom’s not feeling well.

You can’t see her today.

Leave.

”

As she moved to close the door, Stella stopped it with her hand.

Locking gazes, Stella said, “Tell Bella the dress is done.

I’ve got to see her.

”

Hearing this, Elizabeth remained firm in her decision not to let Stella in.