Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36 

When Ophelia saw Marilyn’s designs, she finally understood what Brock had been up to all along. It also explained why Marilyn’s name had felt so familiar when she first heard it. This innocent and talented girl later became Brock’s assistant, and all her designs were claimed by him. She foolishly paved the way for Brock’s success just like Ophelia in her last life. 

In the first round of the competition, not only did Ophelia advance, but she even outscored Brock in the audience votes by two. Yet, thanks to the judges‘ votes, Brock still clung to the top spot, 

“Well, well, looks like the new wave is really impressive. Congrats, Ophelia Brock’s eyes gleamed with fake warmth behind his glasses, 

Ophelia nodded slightly to him and replied, “Your design’s pretty good too. It’s just that the floral pattern was… a bit 

unnecessary. 

Brock’s smile froze when he heard that. Ophelia’s comment was no doubt a subtle jab. His design was straight from Ophelia’s grandmother’s sketchbook. Did he really think that changing the color and adding some extra details would slip past me? How stupid, Ophelia scoffed in her mind. 

One of the judges beside Brock whispered, “Mr. Decker, don’t stoop to the level of these youngsters. They always talk a big game. 

“Exactly! Just because she won one round, she thinks she’s all that. And now she’s got the nerve to criticize Mr. Decker’s work, another chimed in. 

As they walked off, Brock cast a long, hard look at Ophelia. That look said more than words ever could. 

Of the three eliminated contestants, there was Daniel, the heavy metal girl who never got on with him, and then Samantha’s designer. As Samantha left the stage, she spotted Ophelia and shot her a venomous glare. “You cunning bitch! If you’d just stopped me when I wanted to change designers, I wouldn’t have been kicked out so early.” 

Ophelia let out a cold laugh. “How ridiculous. Did she expect me to beg her back then?‘ Ophelia thought. 

Before she 

uld clap back. Sharon’s unmistakable voice rang out from behind. “What skincare routine are you using to make you so thick–skinned? Wasn’t it you who looked down on your designer and insisted on switching to another one? Who could’ve stopped you? And if they did, who would take the blame when you lash out at them?” 

Sharon had this way of roasting people without a single curse word, and she nailed it every time.