Chapter 214


    Eliana brushed aside the earlier controversy and concentrated on her work. She began to sort out the


    clothes carefully, giving her all in her task.


    Tania, however, wouldn’t stop bugging Eliana. She dared not harass Eliana openly after getting


    reprimanded by Nicole, but opted to making life difficult for Eliana in more inconspicuous ways.


    “You know, someone did good styling once by pure luck and starts thinking she is real stylists. She


    even goes as far as trying to steal other people’s jobs! Really, doesn’t she know her ce? Mr. Moran’s


    mistress can do anything, so why does she have to y games here? She’s just trampling on other


    people’s efforts!” Tania drawled, purposefully raising her voice so everyone could hear her.


    It was all too obvious that she was insulting Eliana.


    At this point, Eliana couldn’t stand Tania’s harassment any longer. She was seething.


    Twenty-five thousand dors be damned! Did Tania think she was a pushover? Well, Tania was about


    to learn otherwise! And so, Eliana turned to Tania with a furious snarl.


    “Who are you talking about, Tania? Maybe in your eyes, I’m just an outsider who’s just acting as a part-


    time stylist. But I have never underestimated this job, not even once! I had chosen several outfits


    earlier, and I had already showed you the one I picked for Nicole.”


    To prove her point, Eliana took out a sketch and handed it to Tania. Since she used to be a designer,


    she was used to drawing her inspirations. This job was no exception, and it so happened that this was


    the perfect time to use the sketch as evidence.


    However, Tania didn’t even bat an eye at it. Instead she waved her hand callously and smacked the


    paper and pen away, letting them fall to the floor.


    “Oh, I’m sorry! My hand… slipped. It’s just a sketch. You won’t be mad at me, right?”


    Tania shook her hands and pretended to be apologetic, but she didn’t sound sorry. Her eyes were full


    of provocation, as if she was challenging Eliana to retaliate.


    It was clear that she regarded Eliana as aplete pushover.


    Eliana felt her blood boil. Her anger exploded in her like a volcano. That was it!


    Fury coursing her veins, she was determined to give Tania her just deserts. Yet just as she was about


    to make her move, a paper bag suddenly appeared from nowhere and hit Tania smack-dab in the face.


    “W-What? Who… Who threw the bag?!” Tania roared, rubbing her injured face.


    “I did.”


    Nana emerged, proud and righteous, having changed her clothes. She had been the one who threw


    the bag at Tania. As it was filled with clothes, it was quite the painful blow for Tania.


    “I know you! You’re on Eliana’s side! You hit me because of her!” Tania screamed, so agitated that her


    eyes were burning with malice.


    “Oh! You’re scaring me, Miss Wilson…” Nana’s face suddenly turned pale, and she stammered in a


    trembling voice. “I’m so sorry. I was careless! My hand… slipped. You won’t be mad at me, right?”


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    Earlier, Tania had pretended to be innocent. So now, Nana decided to imitate her and let her


    experience what it felt.


    Nana slyly returned Tania’s words to thetter, repeating them in verbatim.


    Forced to contend with the same trick she had used, Tania felt like she had been pped hard in the


    face.


    It was her turn to be angry. She was so furious that she almost couldn’t breathe.


    Nana picked up Eliana’s sketch that was lying on the floor and looked at it. She then went on to exim


    loudly, making sure Tania would hear every word. “Some people just do it casually, but they’re a


    hundred times better than a so-called professional stylist. I wonder, what does it mean? It’s obvious


    that you don’t have talent. Your work is subpar. No wonder so many people on the Intemented


    on how ugly Nicole’s styling is! Looks like they were right. You’re garbage, but how dare you call


    yourself a professional stylist? Why don’t you quit your job and do farm work in the boonies instead?”


    Nana’s tant insults instantly gave rose to heated whispers from the surrounding people.


    Her words were venomous. Tania, who had gone through multiple humiliation today, could no longer sit


    still.


    “Who said that?! In the first ce, Nicole has a lot of antis! People insult her because she doesn’t look


    good enough, not because the style is bad!” Tania barked back, defiant.


    Eliana was quick to sense a golden opportunity. This was it!


    Narrowing her eyes meaningfully, Eliana decided to teach Tania a lesson thetter would never forget.


    Without anyone noticing it, she took out her phone and sent a video call request to Nicole.


    “Tania, I think you’re so subpar that you put the me on Nicole.”


    After she pressed the call button, Eliana deliberately added fuel to the fire in Tania’s heart.


    “Rubbish! Nicole’s the one with too many antis! My styling is perfect! She got reprimanded because she


    was annoying. It had nothing to do with me. In fact, I’d say she’s the one who implicated me!” Tania


    spat without any hesitation, talking down Nicole with little regard.


    Eliana couldn’t stop the grin from spreading on her face. She raised her phone and said, “Did you hear


    that, Miss Swift?”


    Nicole?!


    Tania was horrified. She instantly saw Nicole’s face on the screen, and her mind went nk.


    Oh, no. She was doomed!


    Nicole had heard the entire conversation, and her face was stormy. She sneered disdainfully, “Tania,


    you don’t have toe to work tomorrow. I might implicate you again.”


    Tania hurried to exin and retract her words, but she was toote. Nicole had already hung up before


    she could do anything.


    Eliana ignored Tania as she put away her phone and took Nana’s hand, intending to leave.


    “You! Don’t try to run away!” Tania snarled, her face the epitome of fury. She rushed after Eliana and


    Nana, about to catch up to them, when she suddenly slipped.


    “Arghhh!”


    It was the pen that she had pped away earlier that became her undoing. She identally stepped


    on it and immediately lost her footing, rolling down and falling face-first on the floor.


    The onlookers around them were unable to stop themselves fromughing at herical misfortune.


    Eliana and Nana turned around to look when they heard the loudughs, only to find Tania crying her


    heart out on the floor.


    “She looks so pathetic,” Nana cackled, her face naughty.


    Eliana shrugged her shoulders, unaffected by Tania’s wretched appearance. “People can’t be too


    aggressive. She paid for it.”