Chapter 167
Nathan caught sight of Greta and gave a silent chuckle. “I thought Cameron had splashed out on some big–shot designer. Turns out, it’s just your old flame.” His teasing remark hit home, revealing Cameron’s blatant favoritism, something Mason couldn’t stand.
Greta was eager to impress. She handed over her design portfolio to Mason. “Mr. Mason, could you take a look?”
Mason, in no rush, set his mug on the coffee table and took Greta’s portfolio, flipping through it. The designs were monotonous, with traditional expressions that could give anyone a headache. He skimmed through quickly, reaching the end in no time.
The impatience on Mason’s face was unmistakable. He wasn’t pleased with the proposal.
Greta and Cameron exchanged confused looks, both wondering if Greta’s proposal was really not up to par with Nellie’s. Benjamin, clueless as ever, asked eagerly, “Grandfather, what do you think? Is it better than Nellie’s?”
Mason snorted, tossing the portfolio back onto the coffee table. It was clear he felt his time had been wasted. Greta’s face fell, and she asked, a hint of frustration in her voice, “If you think my proposal isn’t good enough, could you give me some constructive feedback?”
She was convinced Mason was biased towards Nellie and thought that by asking for feedback, she might catch him showing favoritism.
But Mason was blunt. “Your proposal is too ordinary. It lacks the sophistication of a master’s work. There’s room for improvement across the board.”
Cameron kept his cool, “Greta is young, but her work stands out among her peers.” He glanced at Nellie as he mentioned her peers. “Nellie’s proposal isn’t without flaws either. But everyone has their preferences. If you prefer Nellie’s work, I won’t argue. Still, I firmly believe Greta’s work is superior.”
Greta brightened at his words.
Mason looked puzzled. “Nellie?”
Cameron awkwardly corrected, “Nellie is actually this Miss Nathalie.”
Mason smiled knowingly. “Miss Nathalie’s proposal goes beyond her years. She’s like a seasoned artist, able to handle any style. Calling her a master isn’t an exaggeration.”
Cameron was stunned, staring at Nathalie in disbelief, while Nathalie stayed calm and composed.
“This can’t be… Nellie, did you copy someone else’s work?” Greta stammered.
Nathan fixed her with a frosty look. “You resort to slander when you can’t match
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someone’s talent? Greta, your narrow–mindedness is disappointing. No wonder your designs never move forward.”
Nathan tucked Nathalie’s portfolio under his arm like a cherished treasure and said his goodbyes to Mason. “Grandfather, Nathalie and I have plans, so we won’t keep you.”
Mason’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Off you go.”
Holding Nathalie’s hand, Nathan quickly left the hall, not expecting Cameron to follow.
“Nellie.” Cameron caught up with Nathalie in a few strides, blocking her path. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his tone commanding.
Nathan stepped in front of Nathalie, his expression turning icy. “Cameron, stop pestering my girlfriend.”
