Chapter 389


    Ste waited in the restroom for over thirty minutes, constantly refreshing the news page.


    The controversy had heated up to the point where self-proimed designers demanded an answer.


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    However, none of the designers who took part in the contest had an opinion.


    The conversation was clearly manipted; someone tried to make a big issue out of it.


    Ste had grown tired of staring at the screen and had switched off her phone.


    She woke up half an hourter as she heard someone approaching, it was Nathan.


    “Ms. Radomil, Mr. Conrad is in an urgent meeting, it may take some time, why don''t you return first...”


    Ste said, “Okay,” with a slight nod.


    She''d be useless in any situation if she stayed here.


    After sending Ste downstairs, Nathan rushed back.


    Ste shifted her gaze to the illuminated tall skyscraper, frowning as she made a decision.


    As soon as she got inside the car, Ste dialed Donald''s phone. “Are you avable to speak?”


    “All right, where would you like to meet?” Donald was driving.


    Ste chose a café close to his current location.


    Ste and Donald got out of their vehicles almost at the same time ten minutester.


    As soon as he spotted her, Donald''s brow furrowed. He was well aware of her purpose for this meeting.


    “I saw the news, do you want to file a defamationwsuit? However, in the current environment, it will


    have little impact.” As they sat in the café, Donald began.


    “I''d like to hear how the case against Phoebe is going,” Ste said, shaking her head.


    Donald was taken aback by her inquiry and took a breath. “Charles is attempting to intercede, but rest


    assured, it will not take me more than a week...”


    “Tonight.”


    “What?” Donald was convinced he had misheard something.


    “Send Phoebe awyer letter on Bernice''s behalf, emphasizing that she was the one who told Bernice


    to cause a ruckus at my studio. She had even assaulted my younger brother, who is still in school.”


    In an instant, Donald grasped her meaning. Many issues developed rted to projects in the Steward


    Group. Her goal was to shift the public''s attention away to Phoebe''s use of dirty techniques to attack


    her and attempt to ruin a university student. “Are you nning on using this as a distraction?”


    Ste smiled and nodded. “Yes. Furthermore, one week is ample time for Charles to prepare fully, I


    want to catch him off guard.”


    “Charles will realize you are the brains behind it.”


    “I''ve always been his adversary, even without this move, he''ll never treat me with kindness,” Ste


    smiled.


    Ste was correct, and Donald concurred. When dealing with a cunning fox like Charles, being


    indecisive or frightened to offend him was tantamount to pleading for mercy.


    “All right, I''ll be right back to the firm. The letter will be sent in an hour, okay?” Donald asked, looking at


    his watch.


    “Yes. Thank you,” Ste said as he stood up.


    “Don''t be concerned.” Donald took off.


    Ste remained and dialed Louis'' number.


    Louis was worried by the viral news online as well, and if he tried to exin himself, he would have no


    solid evidence to back up what was said online.


    Self-exnation would be viewed as crocodile tears in such a situation.


    The rumors have no basis in reality.


    “Rest assured, Ms. Radomil, we are discussing a solution and will provide a suitable exnation,” the


    phone was answered.


    Ste said, "I''ve bothered you. I''m curious as to who else was present at the dinner.”


    “Do you imply the conversation was taped and leaked?” Louis was taken aback.


    “No.” Ste took a pause. “Was there a judge who gave me a low grade that night at the dinner?”


    Louis reflected on the previous evening''s meal.


    Following the announcement of the results, Robert extended an invitation to the panel judges for dinner


    on behalf of Modesty, but some of them declined. Robert, himself, and the other two were among those


    who attended. The judges that voted for Ste were not in attendance.


    Was it just a coincidence?


    “If you are one of the judges, will you attend a celebration meal for the candidate that you did not vote


    for?” Ste asked as Louis remained mute.


    He would not, Louis stunned.


    It was because he would be ashamed of himself for voting for someone else and for the deserving


    candidate who lost.


    He was also perplexed by Ste''s loss. The design of Modesty wasn''t horrible, but it wasn''t as good as


    Ste''s.


    He epted the offer because, as the organizer, he felt obligated to celebrate the winner.


    Louis had a better understanding of the situation now.


    Ste was certain she was correct. She didn''t have to guess who released the recording because there


    were only a few people in the restaurant that night.


    She knew well what Modesty was made of.


    She was mistaken in believing that winning or losing was the norm in apetition. What transpired


    next demonstrated that Modesty won through foul means, which was why she was concerned that the


    champion''s opportunity may be taken away.


    To put it another way, if Modesty had been the legitimate champion, none of this would have happened.


    “I''ll look into it further and report back to you,” Louis said.