Chapter 94

Layla's suite was a scene of utter chaos as if a tornado had torn through it. Furniture was overturned, vases shattered, and clothes scattered everywhere. Layla herself was a picture of frenzy, her hair wild and unkempt, her eyes blazing with a fit of fierce anger. She stormed around the room, her feet stomping on the debris, her hands clenched into fists.

"How dare she!" Layla's voice was a shrill scream, her words echoing off the walls. 

"How dare she own a successful company like that! She has the audacity, the unmitigated gall to launch it on the same day I was set to unveil my new collection!" Her rage was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

Layla's eyes flashed with a malevolent intensity, her mind consumed by a bitter jealousy. She couldn't bear the thought of Hazel's triumph, her success a stark reminder of Layla's failures. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls suffocating her, as she struggled to draw