When Yvette smiled, her eyes lit up like crescent moons, a look that effortlessly won people's affection.But in them, I detected a hint of smugness and calculation."How old are you?" I asked."23," she replied."Then you’re old enough to know what honesty is," I said sharply.Her smile wavered. "I don't understand what you mean.""It's clear. The whole plan was done by me, from start to finish," I said. "You knew that, yet you still presented it as your own. It's called shameless."Her face flushed, but she quickly hid her discomfort. "You're being unfair. I was just following Elliot's instructions."She stormed out, but I knew this wasn’t over.Sure enough, Elliot confronted me in the afternoon. "What's with you? Why did you talk to Yvette like that?"I set my pen down, meeting his gaze calmly. "What did I say?""You called her shameless and accused her of stealing your plan. She's just a fresh graduate. How could you humiliate her?" he sulked.I couldn't help but laugh,
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