Chapter 111


    Eden watched the expressions of all the audience and judges. He noticed their amazement and


    couldn’t hide his pride.


    Having a talented apprentice was a reflection of his own prowers as a mentor.


    “No doubt, Eden. The student you’ve trained has shown extraordinary toleht,”


    “Indeed, she truly deserves the title of a prodigy.”


    “Yvonne’s design style seems to bear some resemnce to the legendary Rose’s. Maybe Howell


    should just take her into his team.”


    The judgesmented one after another, their tones filled with admiration for Yvonne. With this


    one stunning plece of clothing, she intleed deserved all the praise.


    Howell’s cold and sharp gazended on the model who had just finished walking the runway. His


    brow furrowed slightly, a sign of his growing displeasure


    “Are you saying this is your apprentice,


    1. Yvonne’s.


    work?


    His question was ice–cold, his tone less than pleased.


    “Of course, it’s her work.” Eden felt Howell’s tone was a bit strange but didn’t think much of it “The


    design was all Yvonne’s own creation, absolutely original”


    Howell’s lips curled into a mocking smile, and without another word, he suddenly stood up and


    made his way through the audience


    He walked straight to Flora. “Ms, Flora,” he called out respectfully.


    No one expected Howell to suddenly stand and move towards the audience, and the camera crew


    couldn’t keep up.


    Flora was sitting next to Dane and others, but only Dane and Alex heard Howell.


    Their expressions were ofplete surprise. What was going on? Why would thepetition’s


    main judge be calling out to Flora?


    Is this design yours?” Howell asked in a deep voice.


    Flora lifted her eyelids to nce at him, somewhat agreeing with his statement.


    “Why did your design and up in someone else’s hands?


    “She picked up a draft I discarded.” Flora answered, her lowered eyelids hiding her emotions.


    She had pieced together the timeline. Carina must have taken that discarded draft during her quiet


    visit to the living family’s home.


    Howell felt like facepalming.


    “Do you realize your discarded draft is what many aspire to achieve in their lifetime?


    Why w


    would I you throw such a treasure in the trash!


    Dane was puzzled.


    Flora,


    what do you mean?”


    “You’re saying you designed this dress?


    “What do you n to do now?” Howell asked.


    The dim light from the wallmp cast half of Flora’s face in shadow. The other half was cold and


    pale.


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    Her lips curved into a wicked smile, her voicezy and indifferent.


    “What I’ve discarded is not for Yvonne to repurpose. It offends me. If she dare to confront me, I


    must retaliate, mustn’t 17” Flora stood up abruptly. Stepping forward, she walked towards the front.


    Howell stood behind her. Dane and Alex hurried to follow


    In the live broadcast, the viewers were confused by Howell and Flora’s conversation.


    [I don’t understand what’s happening. Can someone exin?]


    (it sounds like the dress wasn’t designed by Yvonne but by this youngdy]


    [Guys, I’ve searched all the major websites and found nothing about this girl!]


    [Is it just me, or is this girl really beautiful? I’m in love!)


    [Add one more to that! I can’t help but be charmed!]


    Flora leisurely walked to the front, where all the models had finished their walks, and the judges


    began to score.


    All the designers and their models stood on stage, waiting for the final results. Whether intentionally


    or not, Yvonne positioned herself in the center, the most eye–catching spot.