Chapter 318
Chapter 318:
Rebecca scowled. “And who are you, exactly?”
Josie just pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, then held up the screen, displaying the official registration. Yusip Twasto was under her name—Josie Patel.
Then, with a raised brow, she asked, “Need to see my ID too?” She added, “Sylvia didn’t want the spotlight, so she put the company in my name. That’s it. Got a problem with that?”
Rebecca’s mouth opened, then shut. She had nothing.
The truth hit her like a slap.
All this time, she thought Stella was just some nobody who got lucky with William.
But the whole time, she was the brains and talent behind a brand Rebecca herself had bought from—back when she was still overseas.
“Rebecca,” Josie said casually, “you’ve been so hostile to Sylvia because you’re into Shaun while he’s been showing interest in Sylvia lately, right?”
Rebecca’s face turned red. “That’s a lie! Don’t make stuff up!”
Josie shrugged. “Deny it all you want. You know the truth.”
The crowd’s attention turned sharply to Rebecca, who suddenly looked very small despite her usual bravado.
Her embarrassment was written all over her face.
And there was Stella—calm, composed, impossible to ignore.
Rebecca hated to admit it, but she had to—Stella wasn’t just impressive. She was the real deal.
Talent like that couldn’t be denied—even if you didn’t like her.
Josie slid an arm around Stella’s shoulders and leaned in. “I’m here, Stel. Got your back. Don’t sweat it.”
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Stella almost laughed. She wanted to say she wasn’t scared—just wasn’t in the mood for drama.
But now that the truth was out, it didn’t matter anymore.
The moment people realized Stella was the designer behind Yusip Twasto, the whole vibe shifted. The way they looked at her changed—from polite curiosity to real respect.
Clearly, anyone connected to William wasn’t just another pretty face. And Stella? She shone on her own.
Nearly everyone in the room was watching her now. But someone else’s eyes weren’t on Stella at all.
Steven stood at the edge of the room, watching Josie. Amid all the glitter and glam, she stood out in a simple dark green silk dress—elegant without trying too hard.
The image of her standing up for Stella stuck in his head. He’d never met anyone quite like her.
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