The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Next to her, Zoey grew anxious and quickly said, "Mr. Sinclair, there must be some kind of misunderstanding. I absolutely did not copy Thalassa's designs!"

Since her design was identical to Thalassa's, Lysander's accusation of copying was clearly directed at her, wasn't it? Being labeled a plagiarist would be a stain she could never wash away. Zoey was a bundle of nerves.

From the corner of his eye, Payton glanced at her and said, "The truth doesn't matter. What matters is that Thalassa shouldn't even be here."

With that, he gave a knowing look to his bodyguard behind him.

The bodyguard promptly got the hint and passed a file to Payton, who started flipping through it. "Thalassa, you dropped out after your sophomore year and didn't even finish college. Though you were studying jewelry design, you minored in administrative assistant studies, but the highest position you ever held was as a secretary. Someone without a college degree participating in an international jewelry competition is quite the joke, isn't it?" He closed the file with a snap and handed it to Thalassa.

Thalassa just glanced at the file before fixing a stern look on Payton.

His lips curled into a cold sneer, his gaze sharp and filled with animosity.

Thalassa could tell that Payton harbored deep resentment towards her, all because of Leopold!

Payton was Leopold's father. The man had only ever had one son, and after Leopold's heartbreak turned him down a path of self-destruction, Payton, like Amelia, blamed Thalassa for everything. So, this was his form of retaliation.

"I might not have graduated back then, but later, I got into Starhaven College for a master's in jewelry design and properly completed my three-year course, graduating

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