Chapter 22

A woman stood close to the door as she watched closely. When she saw that the doorknob stopped jiggling after a while, she smiled proudly and made a phone call to report on the matter. “Miss Amelia, everything is going as planned. Charmine can’t get out.” “Good work. Keep watching, and make sure she doesn’t come out,” came Amelia’s sly reply. Once the call ended, the woman sat on her chair, cross-legged. ‘So Charmine thinks she would build her reputation through Chanel’s show and steal Tiffany’s fame? Well, she’s locked in her house now,’ Amelia mused to herself, self-assured that Charmine would never gain the fame she craved. Charmine was so bold to place such a bet against Julian. If she failed to even get out of her house, Charmine would lose terribly. Amelia laughed boisterously, though only to herself. The thought of Charmine being mocked and laughed by the netizens was both entertaining and relieving. Her internal celebration was cut short when someone added Amelia on Wha