“You know him well and can help me…” Susan squinted her eyes and whispered the sentences Freda had just said. Somehow, she sensed an unusual scent.
“But I don’t know you, what do you want?”
“I know you don’t know me, but it doesn’t matter.” Freda looked at the woman’s face. Susan’s answer was within her expectations. This woman had some brains.
“Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Freda, the daughter of Huggins family in Guavo. If you read a lot of art news before, you should have seen my name.”
“As for Leo whom you envy so much, it’s even simpler now. She is now a rising star in Guavo, Jane. You should also know her.”
Susan’s face suddenly turned ugly when she heard Leo’s name mentioned by Freda.
Everyone knew that she was jealous of Leo but knowing something and hearing it being brought up in front of her were two different things.
However, when Susan heard Jane’s name mentioned by Freda, her expression became surprised and even… excited?
Of course she knew who Jane was, a frequent guest on news channels as well as the president of Star Entertainment with the title of Pansy Group’s fiancée to boot! Not to mention that there had been such a big uproar about her recently… it would be hard not to know about it.
But for Freda to tell her that Jane was actually Leo? That was too incredible!
“You mean… Jane is Leo?” To confirm this last suspicion in her heart, Susan asked hesitantly with slow speech.
She always thought that Jane was just a spoiled princess who didn’t have any real talent or ability but now it seemed like she actually did have some skills up her sleeve.
Freda smiled slightly at this question and nodded gently, “Yes, I am really familiar with Miss North…she stole my boyfriend back then and made fun of me which led everyone else to ridicule me.”
Freda gradually drifted into reminiscence mode while speaking, having lost herself in memories. She placed one hand on the side of her face while thinking more deeply about what happened before; she couldn’t help feeling more resentful towards Jane than ever before.
“If not for her, I wouldn’t look like this right now.”
“Your face?” Susan looked confusedly at Freda’s face, “What happened to your face?”
“You don’t know…” Freda chuckled self-deprecatingly at Susan. This was also part of her plan. Susan was just a designing fool who didn’t know Jane, so it wouldn’t hurt to let her get to know her a little bit.
“I told you earlier that Jane stole my boyfriend, but it’s actually like this…” Freda leaned in close to Susan and recounted all the past grudges and grievances between her and Jane in detail. Of course, no one knew how much exaggeration there was in all of this.
“… that’s how it is.” Freda finished speaking and looked at Susan with great sadness. “It’s because of her that I fell off a cliff and had to go to Korea for plastic surgery.”
Susan had been completely overwhelmed by the amount of information Freda had given her.
She never thought that Jane would be such a person. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the armrests of the chair as she murmured incredulously, “How could this be… I thought she was just a spoiled woman who couldn’t do anything… I really didn’t expect…”
Freda looked at Susan’s reaction, which was within her expectations as well. A faint smile appeared on her face but quickly disappeared.
“Yes, so when I saw news about her winning an award, I felt sorry for you and came looking for you. I know you used to always come in first place but were suddenly overshadowed by her for no reason; anyone would feel dissatisfied.”
Freda deliberately put on an understanding expression as she looked at Susan. She had seen enough coldness and warmth from people throughout life; the ambition and pride hidden behind this woman’s eyes were obvious.
However, Susan also remained cautious despite believing what Freda said; she wasn’t foolish enough to believe everything someone tells them without question.
“But we’ve only just met each other today,” said Susan raising up slightly from where she sat; after all, she too had qualifications when it came down negotiating with others so naturally she wouldn’t bow down low before anyone else.
“And besides,” continued Susan. “you say you want to help me out? How will you help me?”
Of course, Freda had already prepared herself for such questions. She may not have known much about designing, but having watched videos from when Jane replaced Susan during their competition, she knew that Susan’s design lacked something eye-catching compared with Jane’s designs.
“Do you want Jane’s clothing design drafts?” asked Freda confidently. “If you know what kind of clothes she designs, you can make last-minute changes your own draft, and make yours even more dazzling than hers.”
“I can go get those drafts for you myself.”
It had to be said, Freda’s offer was indeed very tempting. Susan had secretly studied Leo’s clothing designs and found that they were quite similar in terms of cutting and pattern, but Leo paid more attention to details than she did. She had also been thinking about moving towards Leo’s direction, such as with this design proposal, but she hit a bottleneck.
No one knew about this.
Almost subconsciously, she looked at the design proposal on her desk and her eyes flickered for a moment. Freda stared at Susan without moving a muscle. She was confident in her own methods and sure that Susan would be moved.
For someone who had failed before, the most desired thing was undoubtedly to defeat the person who caused their failure, especially someone like Susan who had been proud all her life.
“So what do you say? Are you interested?” Freda pressed on while watching Susan remain silent for some time.
Susan hooked her fingertips together; there was no denying it; she was interested.
It must be said that becoming the chief designer before Jane was quite decisive and judgmental for any woman. With a thought in mind, she turned back to look at Freda, “Your offer has indeed moved me.”
She wasn’t a good person or even saintly by any means.
“Since that’s the case,” Susan continued without directly thanking Freda. She knew there must be some other conditions behind such transactions which might prove difficult, “What do you want me to do?”
“It’s simple.”
Freda took step after step closer until they were face-to-face with each other across the desk; her right hand propped up against it too, “I just want Jane dead.”
“Her life?” The shock in Susan’s eyes grew stronger as if she hadn’t expected this woman could be so crazy!