After arranging the hospital transfer for George, I followed the ambulance all the way to Wellness Hospital, making sure everything was settled before we finally left.
Now, sitting in a quiet café, Liliana looked noticeably uneasy.
I offered her a reassuring smile. "Relax. No one's here to hurt you."
She didn't lower her guard. "What do you want from me?"
I softened my voice. "The designer who entered the interior design competition under the name Rosalind—that was you, wasn't it?"
Liliana nodded. "Yeah, that was me. I saw that the top three winners would get prize money, and the entry was free, so I thought why not give it a shot? I studied design at university, after all. It's what I'm trained to do."
I was a little surprised. "With your talent, you could be a full-time designer. Why are you working odd jobs just to make ends meet?"
Liliana let out a weary sigh. "My dad got sick right after I graduated. Starting a career in design takes too much time and money. Working pays the bills faster. Besides, I didn't go to a prestigious university. Most design studios wouldn't even consider hiring me."
I nodded, understanding her situation and quietly making my own decision. Then, bringing the conversation back on track, I said, "Since you entered the competition for the prize money… You must know the judges thought highly of your work."
Liliana nodded. "Yes."
"Then why did you drop out? Don't you need that money?" I asked, my tone full of genuine concern.
She let out a long sigh. "I do. But someone else doesn't want me to have it. It's that Elsa you mentioned earlier. She approached me and told me to withdraw… She gave me five thousand bucks in exchange. I knew the third place would get ten grand, but there was no guarantee I'd win, so I took the deal."
I raised an eyebrow and pressed further. "And? Is that all?"
Elsa had her hands on Liliana's designs. There had to be more to this deal.
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