Chapter 225 Carried Out in Her Chair

"Yeah, it was me," Nora said, a faint smile on her lips.

Brianna hadn't expected Nora to admit it so boldly. Her? What gave her the right? She was just some small-time designer—did she even earn a million a year?

And that "founder" title didn't impress Brianna either. She'd asked Martin about it. People like that merely came up with the name and the idea; they had no money to invest at all. If the