I'm richer than my billionaire ex-husband novel Chapter 39

Alina laughed coldly, "Emma, you think the world is going to give way to you because you're with Caleb? You think you're too much of a princess."

"Have you ever participated in a competition like that? The contestants are all excellent designers from various countries, and the judges are all from all over the world, even without me, do you think you can really win? Or is it me you are most afraid of?"

Alina directly rolled her eyes, this woman, ever since she hooked up with Caleb, has no bottom line, she does whatever she wants.

She didn't realize it before, but this woman has everything, just no brain.

"It's impossible to be together between you and Caleb. Don't you know that?"

"Does my career have anything to do with him? What is he?"

Three parties in one week really made this woman's brain all out of whack.

Emma, "What kind of talk do you think will come out when we both show up at the same game?"

"So that's what you're worried about." The public opinion outside this period of time criticized her as a scum.

It was only after attending three parties a week with Caleb that her reputation was redeemed.

But the Collins doesn't endorse this thing, people just aren't as intense as they were before.

But if they both appear in the same game, then what kind of scenes will appear next needless to say.

Emma is self-aware enough to know that at this point in time, everyone will be sympathetic to Alina.

Therefore, let her not appear at the competition.

"Then you don't have to participate." Alina said in a careless manner, it's not her that is in trouble, why would she say she won't participate?

"Alina, you really don't care about our relationship at all."

"Stop, there is no relationship between us."

Alina would feel sick, and wondered how on earth she could say it.

"Okay, then I understand." Emma's tone, which was still pretentious a moment ago, instantly chilled down.

Without waiting for Alina to say anything else, the caller hung up directly.

Alina's cell phone slammed hard on the table, she picked up to make a call, and there came the answer, "Hello, this is the police station."

"I would like to inquire about the medical malpractice of the old Cook and whether there has been any progress."

Alina is really annoyed enough, if not to watch the progress of grandmother's affairs here, she does not want to stay in this place for lifetimes.

She was so sick of the city except for this place where her grandmother and mother had lived.

In the afternoon, Brandon's call came in.

"Over at Oklens, we had some problems with the exhibit."

Alina, "What's the problem?"

"The work we sent over there, when we were reviewing it, said it was somewhat similar to the work of a designer in Barron, and the people over there said..."

Brandon paused when he said this, and without further ado, Alina knew what the reason given was.

Oklens' contest is held once a decade, and each time the ranking is absolutely authoritative.

And if the designer's work is suspected of plagiarism, then the worst result is to be disqualified from the competition.

It's okay to not be able to compete, but leaving a stain on this business will affect your entire career.

"Send me that artwork." Alina's tone was as calm as it had ever been.