Chapter 244
Chapter 244 Late
Meanwhile, Selena was wearing her brand’s high-end gown outside the stage.
When she appeared, she instantly attracted the cameras’ attention.
Thepetition would be broadcasted live. Hence, the production team wouldn’t tolerate any
mistakes.
Also, they allowed the audience to vote through an online poll.
However, the ultimate decision was still up to Selena. She would pick the top five contestants before
the audience would vote for who they thought was the best designer.
After Selena’s fashion show was over, the host stepped onto the stage.
Once the opening speech was delivered, the music yed, and the male model of the first designer
entered the stage.
Before thepetition started, the director told the models to amble on stage to increase the voting
time.”
After the modelpleted his walk, the designer would be summoned on stage to receive Selena’s
Meanwhile, Christina had called Francis hundreds of times, but he still didn’t pick up the phone. He’s
not ying a trick on me at this crucial moment, right? He should know how important thispetition
is to me…. Ugh, I feel like I’m standing on a razor’s edge.
As she hugged the shirt she designed silently, she felt a sense of helplessness that she never
experienced bombarding her.
The music continued to y while the designers made their appearances on stage one by one. Just as
she thought she had run out of time, a tall figure barged into the room.
Francis bolted toward Christina, panting and sweating. “I’m sorry I’mte!”
He didn’t seem well, looking as if he had justpleted a marathon.
At that moment, Christina snapped back to reality. Of course, she was furious.
She was eager to scold him, questioning him where he was and why he waste.
However, she resisted the urge to do so because she cared much more about thepetition.
A starry look swirled in her eyes. “You’re notte. Just change into this quickly.”
Christina stuffed the shirt she had prepared into Francis hand. “Change your pants in the dressing
room first.”
Upon ending her sentence, she went looking for a makeup artist. However, since thepetition had
started, all the backstage crew had already left.
Thus, she returned to the room without locating anyone she needed.
After Francis changed his pants, he noticed a few scars on the checkered design. Before he could ask
Christina about it, she leaned toward his face. “All the makeup artists have left, so I’ll apply them for
you
She received plenty of makeup training during her time at Radiant Corporation. Additionally, Francis
was already attractive, so she applied cosmetics on him based on the effect she had in mind.
In the end, she removed a limited-edition lipstick from her bag and applied it to his lips. “Perfect. It’s
showtime.”
-The secondst team had already entered the stage. Therefore, it was Francis’ turn next.
Under the spotlight, he stepped onto the stage as stylishly as possible.
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The crowd’s attention was glued to him.
Their impression of Francis was that he was a seductive, androgynous man because that was how he
often. appeared in magazines. In other words, everyone was familiar with his typical mesmerizing
appearance. Hence, when they saw him rocking a different style, they were intrigued by his new look.
He wore a ck shirt with a cor that disyed his Adam’s apple and a fringe jacket with visible cuts
and tassels. His pants were unconventional as they had holes in them.
It was like he was a manly, distinguished general from the middle ages, breaking through a dangerous
siege to appear before the crowd.
In less than a minute, the polling website showed his attire was the highest votedpared to the rest.
Without a doubt, Christina won, even though she was thest to appear.
Selena couldn’t stop praising Christina’s design because she didn’t expect thetter could change
Francis’ image so sessfully. After all, the more good-looking someone was, the more challenging it
was to change their style.
The reason was that they would easily outshine any clothing they were wearing.
“This design is incredibly creative, Christina. I’m willing to buy it from you.” It was Selena’ first time
proactively extending such an offer to a designer.
Christina felt honored and agreed immediately.
Theizens cheered for her. Everyone adored her design. The spotlights were all gathered on her
while the other designers were ignored.
After thepetition, Christina sessfully moved on to the next round with Margaret, Nancy,
Benjamin’s designer, and a few others who graduated from prestigious academies.
Once the result was out, Selena allowed the contestants to rx for two days after they had worked so
hard. The theme for the third round of thepetition would be announced on Saturday.
While the group talked about celebrating their sess, Christina slipped away when no one was
watching because she felt exhausted.
Francis had already returned backstage and changed into his own clothes. His assistant handed him at
bottle of water.
While approaching him, she recalled how anxious she felt waiting for him to arrive and remarked, “I
was scared to death earlier. I thought you weren’t going toe and that I was going to lose the
competition. I feel so unlucky to be paired up with you.”
Staring at his expression, she thought, Why does he look aggrieved, as if I misunderstood him?Heh, he
really is an actor. He sure knows how to y pretend
After she packed her stuff and was preparing to leave, Francis’ assistant, Parker Spencer, blurted
furiously. “How can you say that to Mr. Fernando? Did you know he came here even though he’s
injured? He promised to head to the hospital after thepetition but didn’t leave immediately because
he was worried you would figure it out. Despite that, you kept chiding him. He should be the one to feel
unlucky. working with you!” Does she know how expensive it is to hire Mr. Fernando for an hour? Can
she even afford it?
With a darkened expression, Francis spoke. “Stop it, Parker,”
“I’m just telling the truth. We should visit the hospital right now. You can’t dy the treatment of the
wound on your back any longer.”
Francis is hurt? Christina was stunned. A momentter, she inquired, “Where are you hurt? Why didn’t
you say anything?”
“I’m fine,” assured Francis.
For some reason, the look in his eyes softens my heart. Christina replied, “You could’ve told me
beforehand if you didn’t have time. It’s not like it has to be you.”
I shouldn’t have said those hurtful things earlier. He came here with an untreated wound to help me, yet
I didn’t show him any appreciation. Biting her lip, she uttered in a small voice, “Where are you hurt?
Let’s go to the hospital first.”
Raising his hand, Francis gestured for her to approach him.
She didn’t know what he was trying to do but still did as he asked.
As he hugged her, his unique cologne propelled into her nose.