Chapter 238: Clara Whitmore Gazed Calmly at Paige Lawson

Clara Whitmore gazed calmly at Paige Lawson, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Since you question my expertise, why don't you specify where I was unprofessional?"

Paige'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," Paige retorted, forcing bravado. "Don't change the subject."

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

Paige was rendered speechless.

The surrounding socialites' gazes grew skeptical. Paige 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."

Miriam Caldwell's expression darkened. Challenging Clara was an affront to her.

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

Clara gave Miriam a reassuring glance before addressing Paige. "If I produce certification, how will you apologize?"

"However you demand!" Paige scoffed.

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

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