Katelyn was puzzled by Selina’s words.

It was Selina’s promise to someone else—so why did it involve her at all?

Selina calmly explained, “I have a friend whose lifelong dream is to design a piece of jewelry that will astonish the world. Unfortunately, his health has deteriorated to the point where he can no longer achieve that goal. He came to me, asking for help to make his dream come true.”

Even after hearing this, Katelyn still couldn’t fully grasp the situation. “So, what exactly does that mean for me?”

Selina wasted no time. “I want you to create a jewelry design that will captivate the world, but the recognition must go to my friend.”

Katelyn furrowed her brow, her tone turning sharp. “Are you trying to make me a ghost designer?” She rejected the offer immediately. “No, you’ll have to ask someone else. I would never agree to something like that.”

In today’s world, ghost creators were not uncommon across various industries. When designers ran out of ideas, many would pay others to finish their work. Such arrangements were not unheard of in the market: one side paid for the talent, while the other completed the task willingly.

However, if such arrangements were ever exposed, the careers of those involved would be destroyed.

Katelyn couldn’t understand why Selina would approach her with such a request.

“You’re the only one who can help me with this,” Selina said, her voice persistent. “And remember, I’ve promised you a generous reward.”

Katelyn gave a faint smile and responded firmly, “I’ve already told you, I won’t do something like that. You’re asking the wrong person.”

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Agreeing to such a dishonest act would betray everything she stood for and undermine all the hard work she had put into her career.

“Though plenty would abandon their morals for the right price, no respectable designer would ever consider such a request,” Katelyn said, locking eyes with Selina to make her position clear.

“If you want to keep pushing this, you should leave. I’ve given you my answer.”

Even after being rejected so bluntly, Selina didn’t show any anger. Her smile didn’t waver, and there was even a glimmer of admiration in her eyes.

Selina admired Katelyn for more than just her talent as a designer. It was her personality that truly stood out. There was a unique magnetism about her—something beyond physical beauty or family background.

“Before you reject my offer completely, hear me out,” Selina said, her smile faint but still confident. She cleared her throat and continued, “Your name is Katelyn Bailey. You’re twenty-six, recently divorced, and living in Granville. You work at the Adams Group. Last year, it was revealed that you weren’t the Bailey family heiress, and you became the subject of widespread mockery back home.”

Katelyn’s gaze sharpened, her expression turning dangerous as she focused intently on Selina. “Did you dig into my past?”

“It’s not quite digging,” Selina replied casually, standing up abruptly and moving to close the door to ensure their conversation stayed private. “I just wanted to understand you better. When we first met, I couldn’t shake the feeling that you looked just like a friend of mine. After I looked into your background, it all started to make sense. You’re related by blood.” Read complete version only at f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?.net

Selina had never planned to reveal this secret so easily. She had intended to use it as leverage for something far more valuable. But now, driven by her need to fulfill a promise, she chose to disclose the truth. Despite her earlier reluctance, she pushed forward.

Katelyn had been hearing enough talk about her origins lately that Selina’s revelation didn’t shake her much.

Contrary to Selina’s expectations, Katelyn maintained her composure, staring back with a mocking expression.

“Is this your plan?” Katelyn asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. “To dangle the truth about my real parents in front of me, expecting that I’ll get desperate and throw away my principles?”

Neil had tried similar tactics before, and Selina’s approach was no different. Every time someone used her past to pressure her, it only fueled her frustration. It seemed like everyone wanted to exploit this part of her life for their own gain.

Selina casually swept her hair aside.

“I know this request might seem unreasonable, but I’m out of options. Only you can create a piece of jewelry that will astonish the world, and I can’t go back on the promise I made.”

Katelyn’s irritation was evident as she firmly responded, “I’m not agreeing to this. You should leave.”

Selina’s smile faded, and she quickly pulled a printed document from her bag, holding it out to Katelyn. “Once you read this, I’m sure you’ll reconsider.”

Katelyn hesitated, her eyes lingering on the document. It looked like a Pandora’s box. Once opened, it would unleash consequences she wasn’t prepared for.

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