Editor: Henyee Translations Even though Victor Morgan doesn’t like Luna, she’s still Zola’s biological mother, so the basic rules still apply.
Besides, the Morgan family is extremely strict when it comes to raising children—how could he let them shout at their own kin like that?
But now Zola has her mom backing her up, so she’s completely ignoring what he says.
She keeps going: “She’s the one with no manners, coming here just to ruin our family reunion—she’s a bad person.”
Chloe Warner jumps in, cheering him up with a grin: “Zola, you’re so cool today!
You can tell at a glance that this woman isn’t any good.
She even tries to get close to you.
We’re born of the same mom; she has nothing to do with us.”
What was just a joking remark from Chloe almost made Luna lose her balance, because the kid was actually stating the truth.
Luna already felt humiliated being scolded by a brat, and now another even more hateful little monster joins in.
She regrets so much not killing her back then.
“Who taught you to talk about me like this?
Mr.
Morgan, look at what Zola has become—if you don’t discipline him, people will think he’s some wild child who doesn’t even recognize his own mom.”
Luna had to put up a front; she knew the Morgan family was strict about upbringing, which is why she used that as leverage.
Sure enough, Victor’s expression darkened, and he shot Zola a serious look—eyes full of reproach, a pressure no child his age could possibly bear.
Vera Warner watched this, and her heart ached.
She got up, stepped in front of him, and changed the subject: “The kids are almost finished eating.
The school bus is coming soon; I’ll take them to get ready.”
Saying so, Vera grabbed each child by the hand and disappeared from Luna’s sight.
Why can’t I do the same?
No matter what tricks I’ve tried in the past to please Zola, I can’t get close to him.
What method did this woman use?
Damn blood ties?
“Mr.
Morgan, will you consider what I’ve said?
I’m still Zola’s mother, after all.
Even if he doesn’t like me, I want to teach him properly.”
Faced with this vain, pretentious woman putting on a virtuous mother act, Victor Morgan was thoroughly disgusted.
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Fix your own attitude first.”
He rejected her coldly, not even glancing her way, always showing her absolute indifference.
Luna clenched her skirt tightly, and even the things in her hands—no servant dared to come and take them.
This was the greatest humiliation Victor Morgan gave her.
Finally, when a servant came to usher her out, Luna left.
Outside the Morgan family’s gates, Luna picked up her phone and dialed Henry Stone.
“Henry, I remember your sister works at BELLA, right?
As a designer’s assistant?”
“Yeah, that’s right.
Why, do you want a dress designed?
Just say the word, I’ll do anything for you.”
Luna smiled triumphantly, thinking about how Vera Warner was recently designing several outfits for Mrs.
Morgan—this woman always claims to be a world-class designer.
And the kind that’s impossible for most people to hire.
But if a designer of this caliber gets involved in plagiarism, then things will get interesting.
Besides, Mrs.
Morgan hired Willow to design these outfits specifically for a grand school celebration.
And Mrs.
Morgan had been invited to give a speech and act as the event’s ambassador—otherwise, how would the name Willow even come up, or Vera Warner have to swallow her pride?
That’s because Mrs.
Morgan only wanted Willow’s reputation, and to be fair, her designs really are one of a kind.
“Perfect.
I have something really important for you to do.
Since you love me so much, you’ll definitely be able to convince your sister.”
Henry, already crazy about her, instantly agreed.
“Luna, what do you need?”
“I want Willow’s latest design drafts, fast.
I need them in hand before she finalizes them.”
As long as she gets them first, she can move forward with her plans.
If that woman dares to come back, she’d better be ready to die at Luna’s hands all over again.
Henry agreed right away, and his sister is the kind who dotes on his every whim, so this was settled in no time.
By nightfall, Luna received several design drafts, Willow’s signature included.
The dresses made for Mrs.
Morgan were indeed outstanding and elegant.
Who knows how that loser managed to reach this stage, to have such remarkable talent?
And what really happened five years ago that let her survive?
Luna had tried to track down the nurse from back then, but to this day hadn’t found a trace—it was like she vanished into thin air.
Pleased with herself, Luna pulled out her phone and found HONG, BELLA’s biggest rival in Greater China.
The designer over there happened to be Luna’s senior, Mae; the two used to meet for tea often.
Now Luna finally had something for her to do.
Luna arranged to meet Mae in person and laid the design drafts out in front of her.
“Senior, how do you like these drafts I prepared for you?
I remember your company is prepping a batch for a new collection launch.
These should help.”
Mae enjoys considerable fame in China, a top graduate with qualifications that easily outclass Vera Warner.
But over the past two years, Willow appeared out of nowhere, took home a string of design awards, and stole the honors Mae should have had—no wonder she’d be furious.
Seeing these unique drafts, Mae was completely stunned.
“Whose work is this?
Both the style and design are outstanding—these are masterpieces, for sure.”
Looking at the drafts, Mae even felt she wasn’t up to the designer’s standard.
Luna said, “These are Willow’s latest designs for Mrs.
Morgan.
I had someone steal them.
She hasn’t finalized or authenticated them yet, so technically, they can be yours.”
Hearing that they were Willow’s designs shocked her, and Luna wanted her to impersonate the designer—which pissed her off.
“I admit these designs are amazing, but I’ve never done anything against professional ethics since I started down this path.”
Mae angrily refused, but her eyes lingered on the drafts; she just wanted so badly to outdo Willow, and her demons were stirring.
Luna was perfectly clear about what kind of senior Mae was, and she understood that birds of a feather flock together; people like herself always know the score.
Besides, Mae never turned down invitations to hang out with her—so how could it prove she was some noble soul?