The Ex-con Queen Strikes Back novel Chapter 62

Freya’s eyes widened in shock as she screamed, “You fucking bitch. What the hell are you doing here?”

Skylar shook off Freya’s hand and deliberately straightened her clothes. “Why can’t I be here? Didn’t you say you wanted to see me on stage? Now that I’m here, why this reaction?”

Freya was practically breathing fire. She glared at Skylar and shouted, “How the hell are you a judge? Weren’t you supposed to be a contestant?”

Skylar rose to her feet. “Oh, sorry. I should’ve told you earlier. I didn’t get a contestant invitation, but they sent me one to be a judge instead.”

Freya’s eyes burned with fury as she shrieked, “You did this on purpose, you bitch. You’re just using your power for personal revenge. I’ll report you right now and drag your name through the mud.”

“Go ahead and report me,” Skylar retorted. “But you kn

exactly where your design draft came from, don’t you?”

She was willing to give Freya a chance. After all, real talent deserved respect.

But seeing that patchwork of stolen ideas, Skylar realized she was a hopeless case.

Freya didn’t deserve any respect.

She didn’t deserve to share the stage with true original creators.

Freya staggered as if struck, nearly passing out from sheer rage. “You… you… Fine, Skylar. You just wait.”

“I’m busy,” Skylar said. She put on her mask, pulled open the door, and walked out without a backward glance.

Freya stood rooted in place, stomping her feet and cursing. She stamped so hard that a chunk of her stiletto snapped off.

She nearly lost her balance and almost fell flat.

Freya shrieked, “That fucking bitch. It’s all her fault.”

After her tirade, Freya limped back to her car in her broken stilettos and slunk home in humiliation.

Back home, Freya was seething with anger, determined to play the victim in front of Carlos and Yana.

She squeezed out a few tears, deliberately messed up her hair, and limped inside in her broken shoes, looking as pitiful as possible. “Mom, Dad… Victor?

You’re back?”

Victor gave a slight nod in response. “What happened to your shoes?”

“I’m fine,” Freya said, hiding her broken shoe behind her. “It was just an accident.”

Yana slightly furrowed her brows as she noticed Freya’s disheveled hair. “What happened to your hair? Did someone bully you?”

With tears streaming down her face, Freya said, her voice trembling, “No one bullied me. I just accidentally upset Skylar. It’s all my fault.

“I shouldn’t have had a fight with her. I broke my own shoe. Skylar had nothing to do with it.”

“A fight?” Carlos looked at them, curious. “What were you two fighting about?”

Freya said, “Skylar was a judge at today’s design competition, but she kept it a secret from me. When I found out, it really got to me, so I went to talk to

her.

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