Chapter 238

Evelyn Langley gazed calmly at Chloe Valentine, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Since you question my expertise, why don't you specify where I was unprofessional?"

Chloe's breath hitched.

She had only been nitpicking without cause. The materials she'd crammed last night were already forgotten.

"I'm asking if you have certification," Chloe retorted, forcing bravado. "Don't change the subject."

"As an instructor, I welcome constructive criticism." Evelyn's voice was cool. "But baseless accusations are unacceptable."

Chloe was rendered speechless.

The surrounding socialites' gazes grew skeptical. Chloe clenched her fists. "Everything you said is basic knowledge anyone can find online. We came for an expert's insight."

Several women nodded in agreement:

"Exactly. How can we verify your credentials?"

"With so many frauds these days, showing certification isn't unreasonable."

Eleanor Roland's expression darkened. Challenging Evelyn was an affront to her.

Beatrice Merouin sipped her tea leisurely, amusement flickering in her eyes. She despised pretentious girls—this drama was entertaining.

Evelyn gave Eleanor a reassuring glance before addressing Chloe. "If I produce certification, how will you apologize?"

"However you demand!" Chloe scoffed.

Evelyn signaled to the tea attendant by the door. The young woman in traditional dress hurried over with Evelyn's bag.

Inside lay precisely prepared documents. Evelyn smoothly unzipped the compartment, her fingers reaching for the contents...