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“Don’t worry, Mrs. Fairclouch. My work is impeccable and entirely my own creation. I’m not like certain individuals who resort to plagiarism to secure success.”

With narrowed eyes, Millie exited the office. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had indeed designed the piece entirely by herself, Nancy’s insinuations might have planted doubt in her mind about her own authenticity.

She couldn’t help but marvel at their skill in twisting the truth.

What was even more astounding was that Nancy, as the instigator, harbored no sense of remorse whatsoever. Such behavior was beyond the comprehension of any person with moral integrity.

When Millie came out, Emerie gave her a sharp look and then headed toward Nancy’s vicinity with a stack of documents in hand.

After Millie’s offhand remark about growing white hair, she had ventured to the restroom to use the mirror to inspect the back of her head. However, she hadn’t spotted any white hair.

Given the circumstances, Millie decided to forgo requesting further tasks. The sunshine outside was so inviting; it made her yearn for a nap.

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But as soon as Emerie departed the main office space, a crowd of individuals gathered around Millie’s workspace.

Moments ago, after Millie had offered advice to Dottie and Evie regarding their work, a sense of curiosity had rippled through the office. Undercover messages buzzed between desks as colleagues shared their revised designs, now enhanced by Millie’s insights. The outcomes were astounding. Faced with their troublesome pieces, they all decided to consult her for advice.

Millie was taken aback. What was going on? Was there an earthquake?

“Can you lend me your expertise on my design? I’m stuck.”

“Me too, Millie.”

“I’d really appreciate your help. In return, I’ll treat you to coffee this afternoon!”

Millie was genuinely surprised by the sudden influx of requests.

Dottie, with a playful smile, covered her mouth and remarked, “They all saw the improvements you made to my and Evie’s drafts. They believe your advice is gold and are now seeking your guidance.”

Though caught off guard, Millie felt a sense of fulfillment in knowing that her assistance was valued.

“Sure, one by one, guys. Show me what you’ve got.”

“Adjust the length of this hairpin by just one centimeter-it will achieve better harmony.”

“Consider changing the shape of the pendant to a drop for a more perfect pairing with the pearl.”

Emerie soon returned from her own errand and discovered a cluster of colleagues surrounding Millie’s workspace, all seeking her artistic counsel.

“Thank you. Your insights are truly remarkable.”

The true extent of Millie’s talent and kindness had taken everyone by surprise. Unlike Nancy and Emerie, who seemed to only seek support when they required it, offering gifts and turning frigid when not in need, Millie was consistent in her helpfulness. Nancy’s and Emerie’s advice had seldom been of much use, and their manner was perpetually impolite, a stark contrast to Millie’s demeanor.

In light of this new perspective, people began to doubt who the true designer of Swan Kiss was.

Acknowledging the praise with a faint smile, Millie chose not to respond. After all, she had earned her title as the champion designer of a global jewelry competition.