Chapter 10


    Tiffany finally made her appearance in a white linen gown, simple and elegant, as though she came


    from a ssic novel. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, a floral band rested on her head. The


    gown fluttered with every step she took, and it was the autumn leaves that danced mid-air in a


    picturesque scene of a fairytale. Her exquisite face stood out from the other dull and tasteless models,


    though she still carried a fey-like poise. Her appearance was the personification of heaven on earth as


    she emted the beauty of a goddess from a painting.


    The copy of the ne was brought to life on her elegant neck.


    The designer of the ne, Aida, was awestruck by what she saw. “OH MY GOD! That’s it! She’s the


    one!” she beamed. “This is exactly what I had in mind. It’s her! We’ll sign her!”


    “Amazing! Why is there such a pure and refined woman on earth? So honorable and spotless, like a


    nk white cloth!”


    “Definitely worthy of her immeasurable fame and reputation for being the best supermodel in the


    world. Her innate temperament isn’t something ordinary people canpete with.”


    “Hmph!”


    “So pretentious,” Chris muttered.


    “Mhm.” Anthony passed him a chocte bar, agreeing to the boy’s opinion.


    Nial, on the other hand, looked at them in confusion.


    Tiffany Jordan seemed nice. Why was she called ‘pretentious’? These two were hopeless!


    Meanwhile, Tiffany enjoyed the words of adoration from the audience. A smile broke out on her face,


    and it was akin to sunshine in summer.


    She knew it in her heart now; she would be the chosen one to make the final appearance.


    As expected, when she walked to the panel, the host and designers called on her.


    “Models who have yet toe out, don’t bothering. Tiffany Jordan, it’s you. You’ll be the


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    ambassador of the ne and will make the final appearance at tomorrow’s show!”


    “I agree! It should be Tiffany. We’re all convinced by her win!” Amelia spoke up as she happily agreed.


    The otherpetitors nodded with conviction. They were out of Tiffany’s league and they epted it.


    After all, it was Tiffany Jordan that they were losing to, the most famous supermodel in the world!


    Tiffany humbly—as much as she could be—lowered her head. “Everyone is being too kind. I’ll have no


    other choice than to ept this offer. I won’t disappoint everyone.” Her soft voice was sweet like


    heaven on earth.


    The producer confidently brought the contract up to her on the stage.


    Tiffany’s lips curled into a beautiful smile, and this time, the grin was sincere. She knew Charmine


    would not be able to do anything to her once she got this role. It was foolish of her to even think of


    As Tiffany reached forward to ept the contract, a strange sound was heard.


    Beep!


    Suddenly, the big screen in the hall lit up. A photo then appeared on the screen.


    It was the photo of Tiffany under the showerhead. Her body was covered, or uncovered, by a thin and


    almost transparentyer of bikini, as seducing as imagination could go. Above all, she had a fetching


    expression; red lips slightly parted, pink cheeks flushed, and her eyes charming like silk. To put it


    simply, she was rather tantalizing to the eye.


    In an instant, the crowd was plunged into chaos.


    “My goodness… Is this the Tiffany Jordan? She’s much different from what she pretends to be!”


    “She has such a pure and innocent outlook. Who would’ve thought she could be this coquettish!”


    Tiffany was frozen in shock. This caught her off-guard entirely.


    She had gone through many scenarios of the photo leaking onlinest night, but not in a million years


    would she have thought the photo would be exposed in an event such as today.


    Veronica was the first to recover from the shock. “Someone please turn it off!” she yelled.


    It was foolish of her to think anyone would want to take down a private photo of Tiffany Jordan.


    Everyone in the audience was either admiring with their eyes glued to the screen or taking photos for


    their ‘collection’. The panel, on the other hand, were re-evaluating if Tiffany was still suitable to


    be their brand ambassador.


    As noises of displeasure and mockery upied the room, Tiffany finally regained her senses.


    “Turn this off, please! Turn this off! This… This wasn’t me!”


    Not her? Why would she panic if this was not her? There were no true friends in the entertainment


    industry. Who would help her?


    The photo was still ring through the screen.


    Finally, Tiffany could not take it anymore. She took a stool nearby and threw it right against the big


    screen.


    Bam!


    The screen finally went ck. Broken.


    The photo was gone atst, but…


    The judging eyes remained. She was no longer the supermodel in the past; no longer the pure and


    charming Tiffany Jordan she pretended to be.


    “It’s not me, I swear. Someone set me up! Someone did!” Tiffany shrieked, her face pale and anxious.


    “Miss Jordan, we’re deeply sorry that such a thing happened. We hope you could go back and resolve


    this,” the manager spoke and delivered the ultimatum.


    Just like that, her opportunities were taken away from her.