Chapter 471

Chapter 471:

“No personal grudge?” Kyla sneered, as if she had just heard something absurd. “Vivi, don’t fool me. Are you seriously going to pretend you don’t want to surpass Sadie? That you don’t dream of making your studio the most prestigious in Helva?”

Her expression hardened. “And now, you’re telling me to handle it alone? Vivi, do you take me for a fool? What’s the plan—if this backfires, you’ll wash your hands of it and pin the blame on me? Do you think I’m that easy to fool?”

Vivi was momentarily stunned by Kyla’s sudden sharpness. She hadn’t expected the usually gullible Kyla to catch on so quickly.

“Kyla, you misunderstand.” Vivi quickly regained her composure, flashing a warm, reassuring smile. “I would never do that to you. We’re a team, remember? We’re in this together.”

She stepped forward, linking arms with Kyla and leading her to a nearby sofa. “Kyla, I know you’re frustrated. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of everything,” Vivi said soothingly, gently taking the phone from Kyla’s grasp.

“Leave the draft with me. Just sit back and enjoy the show. This time, Sadie won’t recover from the disgrace she’s about to face at the competition.” Kyla’s tense expression finally relaxed. She gave a small nod. “That sounds more like it.”

“Kyla, trust me,” Vivi assured her, patting her chest confidently. “When this is over, we’ll celebrate properly.”

“Alright. It’s a deal!” Kyla grinned.

“Deal!” Vivi echoed with a smirk.

Satisfied, Kyla exited the studio.

The moment she stepped outside, Vivi’s sweet smile vanished, replaced by a cold, contemptuous look.

“Fool,” she muttered with disdain. “Does she actually think she’s worthy of negotiating with me?”

She glanced down at the draft on the screen, a shadow of confusion crossing her mind. Something about it felt… off.

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Though meticulously designed, the piece lacked a certain brilliance—a distinctive spark that had always defined Sadie’s creations.

Was she overanalyzing?

Frowning, Vivi replayed memories of Sadie’s previous masterpieces. Each had been striking, bursting with originality and flair—impossible to forget. Yet the draft before her, while impressive, fell short of that level.

Could it be that Sadie’s talent had declined?

Vivi shook her head, pushing the thought aside.

Impossible!

Then what exactly was happening?

No matter how much she strained her mind, the situation refused to make sense.

She studied the design draft for what felt like an eternity. The more she examined it, the more something felt off. Could it be… a fake?

Vivi’s heart skipped a beat. She abruptly lifted her gaze toward the doorway, but Kyla had already disappeared into the night.

Vivi’s expression darkened further. She tightened her grip on her phone, her fingers turning pale from the pressure.

If the draft was fake, did that mean Kyla had been deceived?

No, that couldn’t be right.

Kyla might lack sharpness, but she wouldn’t be oblivious enough to mistake a fake, would she? Besides, the draft came from an employee of Sadie’s studio—how could it possibly be fake?

Unless… Sadie had orchestrated this deliberately.

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