It was true—Selina's entire design process had gone surprisingly smoothly, almost unbelievably so.
She had access to every material she needed, as if she really were just an ordinary contestant. It was as though Angelica hadn't instructed anyone to make things difficult for her.
But was that even possible?
Selina's expression was lazy and indifferent. "Angelica, do you need something? If not, move. You're in the way."
Angelica forced a helpless smile. "I was hoping we could talk… but never mind. Go ahead and eat."
Selina turned and walked off without a second glance.
Someone by Angelica's side frowned. "Angelica, you're way too patient. That attitude Selina has is just… ugh."
Angelica replied with false gentleness, "Maybe she's just upset about her work not turning out well. Let's not bother her."
But as she watched Selina walk away, Angelica couldn't stop the venomous smile that tugged at her lips.
