Though Ashlyn’s comment was hushed, Fiona was close enough to overhear. But she couldn’t show any sign of anger and had to maintain her smile since she was facing a camera.

Katelyn couldn’t help but sneer, “Dramatic enough to win an Oscar.” In these top-tier wealthy families, the group they looked down on the most was the artists. In their eyes, those in the entertainment industry were like jesters, unworthy of genuine respect.

By now, Fiona had silently berated Katelyn and Ashlyn countless times. Ashlyn felt a great sense of satisfaction as she watched Fiona struggle to stay calm.

But as soon as the camera shifted away, Fiona shot a venomous look at Katelyn and Ashlyn, saying, “You two better hold back. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you fail in the very first round!”

Just at that moment, Ashlyn blurted out, “Oh no!”

All eyes were suddenly on Ashlyn.

With a composed air, she pulled out her phone, displaying the freshly recorded video. Fiona’s true nature was fully captured on Ashlyn’s device. Feeling her heart race, Fiona’s expression soured as she demanded through clenched teeth, “Erase that now!”

She couldn’t believe Ashlyn had recorded their conversation. The implications of this recording becoming public were alarming. As Yata’s leading jewelry designer, Fiona knew the backlash could ruin her, even if she secured the exclusive jewelry designer title. Despite her disdain for artists, Fiona was acutely aware of how devastating online criticism could be.

With a smirk, Ashlyn slipped her phone into her pocket and said, “I won’t be deleting anything. What’s your next move? Try taking it from me.”

She doubted Fiona would dare make a scene with so many witnesses around. Any attempt would surely draw even more scrutiny.

Fiona’s hands balled into fists, her urge to strike Ashlyn overwhelming. Yet, she restrained herself, swallowing her frustration.

Fiona softened her voice and warned, “You’d better be careful, or you could end up in trouble.”

As long as Ashlyn was in Yata, making her “disappear” wouldn’t be difficult.

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Feigning fear, Ashlyn clutched her chest. “Oh, please don’t intimidate me. I might accidentally send this out if you scare me enough.” Her tone suggested fear, yet her words carried a clear threat.

Fiona’s hands tightened, her nails nearly piercing her skin from the strain. She had no choice but to hold back.

Taking a deep breath to suppress her anger, Fiona finally managed to say coldly, “You’re pushing your luck!”

She remembered this offense, as well as their previous encounter at the hotel. She was determined to make sure they wouldn’t leave Yata unharmed.

So what if Vincent was on their side? Given Vincent’s current vulnerabilities, his protection might not be enough.

Once he ended his engagement with Ryanna, he would lose the protection of the royal family. Without that shield, the onslaught from rival factions would overwhelm him.

With such chaos, eliminating Ashlyn and Katelyn would be trivial—like stepping on insects.

Katelyn, observing Fiona’s hostile demeanor, responded coldly, “You should learn to hold your tongue, or I’ll revisit our unfinished business from the hotel.”

Her statement, though quietly delivered, packed a powerful threat. No matter how fierce Fiona had been earlier, at that moment, her presence seemed nowhere near as strong as Katelyn’s.

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