The woman didn’t dare to look into Aria’s eyes.
Aria narrowed her eyes, tightened her hands, and asked again, "Answer me. Why?!"
"S-She threatened me!" The woman seemed to give up resisting. Closing her eyes, she replied loudly.
Regardless of her broken leg, Ayah stood up and yelled angrily, "Bullshit! When did I threaten you? I didn't even know you before you gave me the design draft!"
She would rather admit that she copied Aria than to carry this blame.
"Is what she said is true? She really doesn't know you?" Aria stared at the woman.
The woman shook her head repeatedly, "Yes, we did not know each other before, but she found me before the competition and gave me a sum of money to keep me paying attention to your live broadcast. After you drew the design, I have to make a screen shot. Then wait for her in the bathroom."
"F*ck! I didn't!" Ayah was so furious, her chest undulating violently.
When did she do this?
Didn't this woman take the initiative to find her?