I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 356

Once Elliot was gone, Queenie pulled a face in disgust as she scrubbed her hands with a wet wipe.

"Let's go," she said to the driver.

A few minutes later, the car pulled to a stop before a beauty salon.

With her bag in hand, Queenie strolled in.

In one of the VIP rooms, there was a woman sprawled out across the bed while undergoing a full-body

treatment.

"Miss Kramer," Queenie greeted.

Violet opened her eyes and waved her hand at the employee servicing her. "Leave us."

"All done?" Violet languidly asked, not even moving to sit up.

"Yes." Queenie frowned. "However…"

"What is it?"

"Elliot Watts does not look like a reliable man. I am afraid he will ruin our plan."

Violet let out a scornful chuckle. "Men like him can be pacified with some money. Anyone who can be

dealt with using money is the most reliable person on earth."

Queenie did not reply to that.

Violet turned to look at her. "Is there anything else?"

"Miss Kramer, what if we get caught?" Queenie asked.

"As long as none of us say a word about it, it will be fine," answered Violet. "It is even more impossible

for the person being paid to tell anyone about this either. Anyway, your teacher is one of the judges. Do

you think he is happy you lost to someone else? Perhaps you are trying to say you are not confident in

your skills. Well?"

"I am confident, but…"

"Confidence is everything. I am only helping you get rid of a pesky problem. Drawing according to

someone else's art style is a great challenge. You must conserve your energy for the final round so that

you can stomp that witch into the ground!"

At the word "witch", Violet clenched her jaw hard in anger.

She would never forget the humiliation she suffered at the Pearson Group office.

"Alright, if that is all, you may leave," Violet said. "I will inform you if there are any issues."

"Okay. I will be going now."

Violet hummed in response. "Tell the employee to come back when you leave. I am only halfway

through my treatment."

Queenie then let out a heave of breath before turning to leave.

When she returned to her home, she was about to key in her passcode when she heard someone

walking behind her. "Who's there?" she called out as she warily turned around.

"It's me."

The man standing behind her slowly raised his head. It was Ron.

Her hand tightened around the door handle. "R-Ron, why are you here?"

"Mr. Wojzicki is in the hospital," he said. "If you're free, go visit him."

Hearing that, revulsion flashed across her face. "I am busy with the competition, so I do not have time.

Moreover, I am not a doctor. What use am I?"

She then opened her door to enter her home.

Just as she was about to close the door behind her, he stuck his hand in to stop the door from closing.

"Queenie, is Leanna participating in that competition as well?"

"Why are you asking me that?" she shot back with a frown.

It took Ron a few moments before he eventually replied, "Just… focus on the competition. Do not think

about anything else. I will take good care of Mr. Wojzicki."

"What do you mean by that, Ron? What would I be focusing on other than the competition? Do you

think I am going to do something to her with some underhanded tricks?"

"That is not what I mean."

"If you did not mean that, you would not have said it." She frowned harder and looked him up and

down. "Why are you suddenly bringing her up? Do you like her? Oh, true. She is so beautiful that any

man would like her."

The mocking tone in her voice made him scowl in anger. "It is not like that. I only think it took you a lot

of effort to get to where you are today. Being honest and hard-working will not make you lose to

anyone, so there is no need to use other methods to…"

"Enough," she interrupted. "I know what you want to say. Well, as long as she does not provoke me, I

will leave her alone. I do not even want to bother with her anyway."

He pulled his hand back. "Focus on your competition. I have to go now."

Just as he turned around, she slammed the door shut.

She bit her lip and smacked her bag hard against the wall. Since when did the people she trusted and

loved decide to favor Leanna instead? Why? Why does Leanna get the best of everything while all I get

are her scraps?

The chance to study in Paris; jobs at Lux Magazine, and even Aidan…

She was clearly not weaker than Leanna, so why was she always a step worse than her?

She could not accept it!

She must win The Designer Competition this time!

…

Leanna had just gotten back to the studio when she saw Daniel standing in the sun outside the studio

door. "You're back, Miss McKinney," he greeted.

She greeted him back with a nod. Words swelled up in her throat, but she swallowed them all down.

Seeing her hesitancy to speak, he asked, "Do you have something you wish to say to me?"

"I have not seen your piano studio yet," she replied, more willing to speak since he initiated the

conversation. "Can I take a look?"

"Of course. I am honored."

Currently, two girls were learning the piano in the studio along with a staff member.

"We have a second floor. Would you like to look around upstairs?" asked Daniel.

"Sure."

The second floor was very quiet. It must be reserved as a break area for tired staff. The piano

downstairs sounded faint here.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Daniel asked, walking over to the coffee machine.

"It is fine. I just had some. A glass of water will do."

"Okay."

He poured her a glass of warm water and handed it to her.

Leanna paused to gather her thoughts before saying, "Can I ask why you decided to open a piano

studio here?"

He raised his eyebrows and leaned against the railing. "Did I not tell you? I will be staying in Highside

for a while longer. It is boring to stay at home all day, so I decided to do something."

"Well, then did you intentionally open up your studio next to mine, or was it a coincidence?"

He smiled but did not say a word in response.

"I am very grateful for what you have done," she added. "You do not look like a playboy, but your

actions sometimes create a lot of trouble for my friend."

"I merely wish to apologize to her for what I did."

"If you do not plan on developing your relationship with her further, I do not think there is a need for you

to apologize."

He licked his lips, unsure of what to say.

She let out a sigh. "If you started this studio just for that, I think…"

"I did not."