Chapter 899 Running For Life


    Dalores left W Marks Studio two days ago.


    At the time, Tasha was busy taking care of the design drafts.


    Dalores sorted out the projects she had been handling and handed them over. "Tasha," she said


    with some reluctance. "Is it possible for me to enter the clothing room for thest time? I just want to


    take onest look at the dresses. I don''t think I will be returning to W Marks again."


    After a brief moment''s hesitation, Tasha agreed to let her in.


    Once inside, Dalores shut the door behind her and went on a rampage on Este''s dress, cutting it


    up to bits and pieces.


    "Tasha!" she cackled like a madwoman. "J! I''d like to see how you bitches exin this to Este


    later!"


    Dalores then waited for Este to appear and make a scene at the studio, just as Mrs. Fuller had


    donest time. To her dismay, she waited and waited, but W Marks remained as peaceful as could


    be. Este didn''t kick up a fuss at all.


    In the end, Dalores was unable to contain her anxiety and called Este.


    "How dare you call me! I had no idea that you resigned until I went to get my dress earlier." Este


    was obviously in a foul mood, and she was about to hang up when Dalores quickly stopped her.


    "Before I left W Marks, I heard that some clumsy designer damaged your dress. Did the studio


    compensate you for it?"


    "The evening dress you designed for me was too gaudy. I don''t really like it. J will design a new


    ensemble for me, as well as a backup choice. She is responsible and very capable, and I am


    satisfied with her. You, on the other hand, Dalores... You didn''t even notify me that you intended to


    resign! How negligent of you. With that kind of attitude, who do you think is going to hire you as their


    designer in the future?" Este was notorious for her sharp tongue. She made sure to berate


    Dalores before ending the call, which left thetter rightly outraged.


    Things were not going her way at all. Why was it that J always managed to wheedle her way


    out of danger?


    And so, when rumors about J and Draco''s rtionship reached Dalores, she wasted no time


    bribing several sketchy reporters to expose this supposed affair. She wanted to ruin J''s


    reputation once and for all.


    Unfortunately, the tabloids were quickly suppressed by the Larson Group. Not only that, but Dalores


    receivedwyer''s letters shortly after, both from the Larson Group and W Marks Studio.


    With the likelihood of a jail sentence looming over her head, Dalores packed up her things and


    drove out of the city.


    She had heard of Brandon, of course. He was known for his ruthlessness, and was often likened to


    Satan himself.


    Needless to say, Dalores found herself regretting everything she had done. She shouldn''t have tried


    to sabotage J!


    Dalores was still fuming about her circumstances as she nced at the rearview mirror again. This


    time, she saw a number of cars tailing her at an rming speed. In fact, they were about to


    overtake her.


    "Where did all these peoplee from?" Dalores wasn''t sure who had sent them. She might be


    fond of gossiping, but she had never provoked anyone to their face.


    In the next second, her phone rang.


    An unknown number was calling.


    Dalores pressed the answer button with a healthy amount of trepidation. "Who is this?"


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    A sharp female voice came through the line. It was Mrs. Fuller. "Hello, Dalores. How does it feel to


    be public enemy number one? Do you remember what I told you? The moment you leave W Marks


    Studio, I''ll be out to get you. Now that you have offended both the Larson family and the White


    family, you are doomed. It disgusts me that I have to dispose of you myself, bitch. You know what?


    I''m not gonna do that. I''ll just hand you over to Brandon, and once I do, you will know—"


    Dalores felt a chill race down her spine, and she hurriedly hung up.


    "You''re the bitch! You''re all bitches!" She screamed inside the car and stepped hard on the gas.


    In an attempt to get rid of her pursuers, she changednes and drove on the wrong side of the road.


    Before she could even gain some distance, she was blinded by a beam of lighting from her left.


    She turned in surprise and saw a truck rounding a corner and speeding toward her.