Chapter 226
Chapter 226:
Harper bit her lip again. “I just wanted to make it clear that I’m not some homewrecker p>
“Tell that to Yvaine. Actually, don’t. She doesn’t want to hear it, and neither do I. No one cares, so you can shove it p>
Harper’s face flushed as if I’d slapped her. “I’m not going to bother her,” she sniffled. “I came here because Cassian asked me to, and also… I thought maybe we could talk about custom jewelry p>
“You’ve got to be kidding. I already told you—no. Priya, show her out p>
I turned on my heel, walking up the stairs without sparing her another glance. Behind me, I could hear Priya trying—half-heartedly—to get Harper to leave, but I didn’t care enough to listen.
Once I was in my studio, I pulled out my phone and fired off a message to Ashton.
[Tell your good mate to keep Harper the hell away from me p>
I tossed my phone onto the desk, but the silence was unbearable. I picked it back up and started scrolling through videos to kill time.
Then I saw it.
“Rising star Harper Foster’s custom jewelry request rejected p>
The post talked about how the designer was apparently acting like a diva, claiming she wouldn’t work with anyone who wasn’t an A-list celebrity.
There was a video attached, clearly a paparazzi shot, of Harper leaving my studio.
She wore a mask, her eyes red as if she’d been crying, looking like the world was out to get her.
The video was getting more views by the second.
I’d barely finished watching it, and the likes were already up to a thousand. I was still watching when Daniel came rushing over, his usual calm replaced by something more urgent.
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“Is this about us p>
He nodded towards my phone screen, where the video was paused.
“Apparently p>
“That’s messed up,” he muttered. “That woman came here looking for trouble. What’s the issue with us not working with her? It’s not like we have to accept every client who walks through the door p>
Priya dashed up the stairs, winded from running. “Harper left less than thirty minutes ago. How did the news spread this fast p>
“She staged the whole thing,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes scanning the comments, most of them negative. “She’s twisting everything. Even if the paparazzi caught her on video, they couldn’t have known what we talked about. She must’ve talked to them. Now, she’s making it sound like I flat-out rejected her because she isn’t famous enough p>
I didn’t get why she would do this.