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Triplets’ Mighty Mom

Chapter 174
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Chapter 174 A Mysterious Gift Silas replied to him politely, “Thank you, please come in!” Instead of moving into the studio, Marcus

stood on the spot and turned to look at the superstars who were filling in. “Camila, they came here for

your reputation. Just give them a discount.”

Camila knew very well that the superstars did not come here for her. Perhaps Marcus asked them to

come, which they obliged to. Anyway, she smiled at them and agreed, “That’s not a problem. If Marcus

says so, I will offer him a family discount. Ladies, please take a look around. For you, everything is 12%

percent off.” Upon hearing that, the women showed excited reactions. “Thank you, Camila!” Across the

street, Lyla’s fashion studio was unusually lonely. She stood at the display window and observed the

cars driving over to Camila’s studio, which had piles of flower baskets at the entrance. Camila even put

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up ads on the billboards around the city as if she was worried that no one would notice her opening

ceremony. What a show-off! The more she shows off, the sooner bad luck befalls her! Lyla thought to

herself with resentment. Sarah stood beside her with envy in her eyes. Ever since Lyla was exposed

for plagiarising at the competition, her studio lost a lot of business, and all employees left except for

Sarah. All of a sudden, she tugged at Lyla. “Miss Lyla, they’re wearing items from Camila’s studio,

right? Just now, I saw Gillian Thompson arriving in a different outfit. She must have changed.”

Following Sarah’s gaze, Lyla noticed that not only Gillian Thompson changed her outfit. Jean Ford,

Abby Elliot, and Ruth Paxton, the stars she was familiar with, had changed into outfits from Camila’s

studio as if they were promoting the designer for free.

I hate this! I hate this so much! Lyla’s fingernails dug into the flesh of her palm in envy, but she did not

feel the pain at all. Dealing with the divorce request from Miles Ryan, her son’s alienation from her, and

the cold reception from her doting father, Lyla lost both her reputation and her family. On top of that, her

only studio was about to shut down. As for Camila, she looked merry, swimming around different men,

her career and her relationships looking bright and promising. In Summer City, most residents must

have heard of Camila Brooklyn. Lyla was really skeptical as to why did the men around Camila not bat

an eye about her past? Didn’t they find it disgusting that she had slept with a beggar underneath

Jordan Bridge? Why would they please her one after another?

Oh, right! Perhaps they were totally in the dark about Camila’s past! At the thought of that, a cruel smile

appeared on Lyla’s face. She thought that she should give things a push. On the other side, Camila

was stunned by the sight of the superstars dressed in her designs. “Camila, how is it? Isn’t my

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marketing idea brilliant?” Marcus beamed at her, to which she replied with a nod and a smile. “Yeah.

Thank you, everyone.” Silas lifted a brow in amusement because he wasn’t expecting a stroke of

genius from Marcus. Indeed, the power of superstars was the best marketing. Silas’s ads shocked the

entire Summer City, but Marcus’s ad was directed at a targeted audience. Clad in Camila’s outfits, the

superstars started to do a catwalk at the entrance of the studio, which successfully attracted a lot of

attention from passersby. Suddenly, another car approached the studio and rolled to a stop at the

entrance. This time, Silas and Camila exchanged a glance because this was a van, which looked

nothing like what a guest would ride. The van driver hopped off and asked, “Who’s Camila Brooklyn?”

She went up to him. “I am.” The driver grunted and handed her a pen in a professional manner. “Please

sign this.” She took the pen and signed while asking, “What’s that?” The driver answered, “A money

tree.” Astonished, Camila gasped, “A money tree? Where is it from?” “I don’t know either. I’m just a

delivery man. Isn’t the sender address written on the delivery slip?”