Sitting in the room, Tami looked at her chin through a mirror and gnashed her teeth, "Maggie, that bitch."
Then her gaze landed on a box in front of her. Curling up her lips, she opened the box, in which lay a design draft.
It dropped on the floor when the servants were cleaning up the room of Maggie's mother today. She picked it up, impressed by the design on the paper.
If she used it to compete in the design contest this time, she would win the first place.
As someone knocked on the door, Tami hurriedly put the sketch back into the box.
Lily came in with a bottle of ointment. While applying the medicine for Tami, she asked, "Why did you mess with her?"
"I don't like to see her putting on air." Tami said in a huff.
"Ugh, you'd better focus on the design contest recently." Lily put
