Chapter 200


    If Esther’s mother were still alive, all the storms in the world would not pour on her because her mother


    would stand in front of her.


    “Esther, if you’re worried about these things, you can remain anonymous. Just send me yourpleted


    design drafts, and I’ll handle the operation. Besides, as designers, mystery is also a kind of charm.


    How about I try these modified design drafts of yours during my solo exhibition this time?”


    Esther repeatedly declined, saying, “No, these are your designs.”


    “No, they’re our designs,” Anna insisted.


    Anna scanned all the sketches into theputer and saved them as digital files.


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    “Esther, you must see with your own eyes how popr your design drafts are in the exhibition…”


    Esther felt a slight unease in her heart but also a hidden sense of anticipation. She thought, if her


    designs were truly popr, would it mean that she could pursue a career in design?


    “Then I’ll give it a try.”


    Just then, Esther’s phone rang.


    Esther nced at the caller ID on the screen and immediately answered, asking softly, “Hello, I’m


    Felix’s mother.”


    “Hi, I’m Felix’s teacher. Felix got into a fight with another kid at school today. Can youe over?”


    Esther anxiously asked, “Is Felix injured?”


    “He isn’t, but the other child is quite hurt.”


    Upon hearing that Felix was not injured, Esther felt less worried and replied warmly, “I’ll be right there.”


    After hanging up, Esther looked at Anna apologetically. “Anna, my son had a little incident at


    kindergarten, and I need to go there now. We’ll keep in touch?”


    Anna noticed Esther’s distress and said, “I’ll send you.”


    “It’s fine. I’ll take a cab.”


    Anna watched Esther get into the cab, standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall before. turning and


    entering.


    She wanted to turn Esther’s design drafts into reality. Only when they became real would Esther see


    how stunning her designs were to the world.


    Felix fiercely stared at the boy crying on his mother’sp at the kindergarten.


    “Miss, let me tell you, my son’s nose is bleeding, and his face is bruised from being hit by him. He must


    be expelled from the kindergarten!” The well-dresseddy looked at Felix with


    disdain and arrogantly said, “Doesn’t your kindergarten check the family background when admitting


    students? Howe all sorts of riffraff end up in this prestigious kindergarten?” The teacher replied


    somewhat awkwardly, “Mrs. Marsden, idents can happen when children y and roughhouse. Felix


    didn’t do it on purpose-”


    Before the teacher could finish speaking, Felix fiercely interrupted, “Miss, I did it on purpose!”


    Thedy, Megan Little, was furious and pointed at Felix’s little face, speaking rudely. “Miss, listen to


    what he’s saying. He’s simply a ruffiana hooligan. Our kindergarten is the best in the city for the rich,


    and we absolutely cannot let such an ill-bred child ruin its reputation.”


    This was what Esther heard Megan speaking about Felix when she arrived in a hurry. She immediately


    stood in front of Felix, her porcin-like face cold, and she spoke with a clear and chilly voice. “Say it


    one more time and see what happens!”