Chapter 152
Before I could turn my head, I had already guessed what was going on behind me.
Then I turned my head.
And I saw a group of people surrounding Patrick.
Behind him, there were seven or eight bodyguards in ck.
In addition, there was a young man in a gray suit with slightly curly hair, who was carrying a
suitcase.
He was new.
Thinking that Patrick was here to see us off, I stood there and didn''t move.
Last time, Patrick revealed the rtionship between him and me in public, which a few managers
knew. After they said a few words to Patrick, one of them said, "Mr. Cowell, did you have something
else to tell Miss Archer? Then we will go over there to go through the security check first."
As soon as he said that, others followed him and left.
In an instant, only Patrick, me, and a few people were left there.
When I turned around, intending to leave, I heard Patrick say behind me, "It''s no use for you hide
from me. I''m going there with you."
I turned around and looked suspiciously at Patrick, "Are you so free, Mr. Cowell? It''s just a small
designpetition. Why are you following me?"
Patrick immediately admitted it, "Yes, I''m free."
I had nothing to say.
"Then, Mr. Cowell, feel free to be free. I''m very busy. And I''ll go first."
For no reason, I was a little angry when I saw Patrick.
I took my suitcase and went to get a boarding pass. Only then did I know that we were going to a
city for tourists in the south.
I went trhough the security check.
After I got on the ne, I found out that the whole first- ss cabin was reserved by Patrick.
The bodyguards sat apart. And Patrick and the young man sat together.
When I walked to the economy ss, I heard people around talking about Patrick''s identity.
It made senses.
Usually, he would take a private ne. Once he took this kind of ne asionally, he would
naturally be in a high-profile.
Seven people, including me, who entered the final, got on the ne as well.
And we were lined up in the same row.
I sat by the window, sitting next to a woman who seemed to be much older than me.
She was wearing a in long dress with no makeup on her face. And her straight hair was tied up.
She was reading a book rted to internal design in her hands.
Out of politeness, I introduced myself, "Hello, my name is Charlotte Archer."
"Hello, Nancy nd."
She greeted me during the interval of reading.
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"Nancy nd? You are Nancy."
She was Nancy nd.
I was surprised and delighted to know her identity.
It was a four-hours'' flight along the way.
Most of the time, Nancy was reading. When I asionally said something to her, she just answered
me. And if I didn''t say anything, she wouldn''t respond.
Although she looked indifferent and alienated, I still found her easygoing.
That afternoon, the nended.
There was a caring to pick us up directly.
After three hours, the car drove to a resort.
After we were inside, we didn''t stay there any longer. Instead, we were directly taken to our rooms
respectively by seven waiters.
And a waiter told me that he woulde to pick me up for dinner in half an hour.
To tell the truth, the room was indeed good. With the yard being counted in, the room was about
100 square meters.
There was a wall in the bedroom with ss doors. And outside the door, there was a square
swimming pool.
For the territory outside the swimming pool, it was separated by a one- meter- high short fence.
If one wanted to see what was outside, one could still see everything clearly.
I looked around and rested for a while. Then I followed the waiter to have dinner.
After I arrived where we would have a meal, in addition to the seven people outside, I saw the
young man who came with Patrick.
He introduced himself first, "Hello, everyone. My name is Jeremy Attwood. And I am Mr. Cowell''s
assistant. Next, I will tell you the rules of the final."
Then, Jeremy told us the rules of the final.
The rules were understandable.
To simply put it, we had to transform our current rooms.
We could change them in any way we wanted on the condition that it was feasible and reasonable.
Then, in addition to the three mysterious judges who would rate us, the manager of the resort would
also take part in rating us.
The duration of the design was a total of two weeks.
During the two weeks, we had to live in this resort all the time.
The management of the resort would provide us with all kinds of services, includingundry service,
changing toiletries, and others. Besides, there were shops inside the resort where we could buy all
kinds of ordinary daily necessities we needed.
Everyone could only use the ordinary mobile phones provided by the resort.
We could useputers. But we couldn''t use wifi.
In other words, we had to be isted from the rest of the world for the next two weeks.
After dinner, I was ready to leave first.
As soon as I walked out of the dining hall, Mabel followed me and said with a smile, "Charlotte
Archer, don''t think that I don''t know that Seth surely has helped you in your previous design. Now
that he is dead. I will see how capable you are. And I wonder whether your design work can be as
good as before."
I squinted at Mabel and said in a bad tone, "You know about his matter, don''t you?"
Mabel said in a gloating tone, "Of course, I did. He came to City Y that day. And there was a car
ident on his way back to his home the next day." After that, she added, "He deserves it!"
"Apologize!"
Her words infuriated mepletely!
I grabbed Mabel''s hair and pped her in the face!
"Bang!" The sound of pping sounded clear in the night.
Other designers also came out one after another. Looking at us, they immediately came over.
"Howe you dare hit me?!" Mabel struggled.
But I was not afraid of her at all. I said, "Apologize! Apologize to Seth. And apologize for all the
words you just said!"
I was so angry.
Then I raised my hand and pped her again.
If it weren''t for the fact that Mabel had exposed the previous things, Seth might not havee back
to City Y.
Seth''s death was like a shadow that I couldn''t get rid of.
And I traced everything back to the past.
Mabel struggled desperately. Although she was fat, she was weak. And I, who was quite furious
now, had great strength.
She struggled a few times. Then she was out of breath.
Several designers who were in the final with us all came over and said kindly, "Forget it. Don''t
quarrel. Thepetition is more important."
"It''s not important. Apologize! Otherwise, I won''t let you go!" I stared at Mabel, "People like you who
copied my work and framed me don''t deserve to participate in the final. You shouldn''t be here!"
"Pooh! Your work surely was made by Seth.
I''m sure that you can''t design such good work!" Mabel was arrogant as she said, "After all, you were
at the bottom in the preliminary round!"
"Even so, you giarised my work." I grabbed her.
Mabel, who was still arrogant, refused to apologize.
People around us were trying to persuade us.
In fact, I was tired at this time. And I almost couldn''t grab her anymore.
"What''s going on?"
At this time, a man''s voice came from the darkness.
Without ever looking back, I knew who it was.
Mabel looked up. And she, who was arrogant just now, stopped being arrogant, smiled, and said,
"Mr. Cowell, we''re just joking!"
After she said that, she looked at me again and whispered, "Charlotte Archer, let me go."
"Apologize."
I didn''t mean to give in at all.
"Okay, okay, okay. I apologize. I''m sorry, I''m sorry. I shouldn''t have said anything about Seth. It''s all
my fault." Seeing that I didn''t want to let go of her, Mabel added, "I shouldn''t have said anything
about you either. You are generous and open-minded. Let me go."