Kapitel 147: A Call from Vogue

Olivia leaned back in her seat, her lips curling into a smirk as she crossed one leg over the other. "I heard everything you said, and just so you know, I'm not deaf," she began, her gaze steady as she addressed the room. "My suggestions are harmless and deserve to be considered without bias."

Her words, laced with feigned innocence, shifted toward Stephanie as if hinting that their Aunt ought to remain impartial. But Aurora wasn't one to let her sister's antics slide.

"Director," Aurora said, her voice sharp, "Fruit Punch Champagne is my idea. You're welcome to keep your 'harmless suggestions' to yourself rather than impose them on me."

Olivia's smirk deepened, enjoying the spark of anger in Aurora's eyes. "You're absolutely right. I don't have the authority to impose anything on you," she conceded, her tone almost too agreeable. But before the room could settle, she leaned forward, her voice turning pointed.