In the Lap of Luxury
Lap of Luxury Chapter 166

Chapter 166 Where’s the Proof

As Susan spoke, she ríudged Celia with a grin.

Celia seized the opportunity to speak. “I plan to apply for your graduate program in my senior year and hope for a chance to study design with you.”

Alan nodded in understanding and encouraged her. “Keep up the good work.”

After that, he left under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Susan’s heart filled with excitement when she heard Alan’s response.

She grabbed Celia and exclaimed, “Celia, it’s looking very promising! You need to keep pushing forward. Don’t let me down!”

Celia couldn’t hide her delight and responded, “Don’t worry, Mom! I’ve got what it takes.” Joining Alan’s graduate program was well within her reach.

However, the next moment, Grace approached her with a grim expression.

– For some reason, Celia felt an urge to avoid her.

“Let’s talk!” Grace said, her words carrying an unspoken weight.

Celia tried to ignore Grace. As she was about to leave, Grace reached out and firmly grasped her wrist. “What’s the matter? Feeling guilty?”

Susan hurried over and asked, “Grace, what the hell are you doing? Let go of Cece!”

Grace ignored Susan and turned her attention back to Celia. “I’m giving you a chance. Can we talk privately?”

The crowd of onlookers couldn’t help but exchange curious glances at the unfolding scene.

Celia took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed, “Mom, I’ll be fine. I need to have a private conversation with her…”

“But…” Susan was worried.

She gave Grace a disapproving glare and asked, “What’s there to discuss with this woman? Who knows what ulterior motives she might have?”

Celia reassured her. “It’s alright, Mom. Don’t worry! She wouldn’t dare do anything to me in front of everyone here.”

Upon hearing this, Grace couldn’t help but give them a mocking smile. Celia’s uneasiness grew, and her hands anxiously grasped the edges of her clothing.

As they left the hall and walked along the corridor, Grace stopped and asked, “Celia, how did

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Celia’s heart skipped a beat.

The inevitable moment had arrived.

Since the original design was in Celia’s hands now, Grace wouldn’t be able to prove that the design wasn’t hers, even if she knew the truth.

So Celia mustered her courage and responded, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Grace let out a cold snort. “Are you genuinely clueless, or just pretending? Listen to your own conscience and ask yourself—is that truly your design? I’ve never seen a thief act so self- righteous before.”

Celia looked around to ensure nob*dy was around them.

Then, she snapped, “What’s wrong with being a thief? Can you prove that the design is yours?

“Show me the original design, then. Without any proof, what are you making a fuss about here?

“Do you honestly believe that being wealthy makes you superior? Well, let me clarify. Yes, I meticulously recreated the design based on your drawings.

“But what does that change? Even if you reveal the truth now, who’s going to believe you?”

Grace was surprised that Celia remained so oblivious to her wrongdoing and even turned the situation around.

“I’ve met people who are shameless before, but your audacity is truly remarkable. While I can’t present the original draft, stolen goods are stolen goods,” Grace commented.

“You have no proof.” Celia crossed her arms with a defiant expression.

“Without evidence, it’s all just talk. Anyone can make baseless accusations. Just remember, slander is a crime, and I can sue you for it,” she added.

Grace chuckled in response.

She had initially wanted to discuss the matter privately with Celia, considering that the latter was only a second–year student.

She hadn’t wanted to ruin Celia’s future. But now she found herself amused by the latter’s audacity.

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