Chapter 112
“Howell, you’re here. We’ve been waiting for your scores Eden and the other judges greeted him
warmly.
They had been at the front, so they hadn’t caught Howell’s conversation with Flom. Nor did they
recognize Flora, casting curious nces her way. They didn’t even know why Howell had brought
her along.
Howell retumed to his seat and picked up the microphone, but suddenly, he handed it to Flora.
Flora took the microphone. “I have a question for contestant number 45. Her clear voice echoed
throughout the venue.
Yvonne’s expression darkened slightly, assuming Flor was there to embarrass her on purpose. She
wished she could hurl the microphone at her but restrained herself due to the public setting,
maintaining a smile, “Go ahead.”
“What was the Inspiration behind your creation?”
Yvonne had prepared extensively for thepetition, researching a vast amount of information as
soon as she received the design sketch. She was ready for such a question from the judges.
She answered fluently. “To honor my heritage, to fly high like an eagle in service of my country..”
Her passionate speechsted a minute and a half, and the audience responded with vigorous
apuse.
Flora smiled, twirling the microphone in her hand, “And do you believe your designs are excellent?”
“Well… It wouldn’t be modest of me to say,” Yvonne replied shyly, then added more confidently. “To
every designer, their drafts are like their children, perhaps not perfect, but in their eyes, the most
outstanding.”
“Even if the child was stolen?”
“What do you mean by that?” Yvonne’s eyelids twitched.
“Your so–called design is just my discarded drafts. I’m surprised my discarded drafts could receive
such high praise from you.”
The revtion caused an uproar. The hall went silent for a moment before erupting into chaos.
Online, the live stream viewers were franticallymenting.
[Drama Drama! Get your popcorn and drinks!]
[Who is this girl? She is so bold?]
[This seems a bit much. Who can im their discards could easily enter a national contest?)
The majority were skeptical of Flora’s im. After all, she was rtively unknown, whereas Yvonne
was celebrated as a prodigious talent
Yvonne’s smile froze, and her heart tightened.
Flora imed the drafts were hers!
How’s this possible!
It couldn’t be such a coincidence that the designs were Flora’s. If Flora truly had such talent, why
wouldn’t shepete herself?
“Flora, think before you speak. You’re using me of stealing your drafts. Do you have proof?
Without it, you’re just spreading rumors.” Yvonne maintained herposure, projecting an image of
being greatly wronged.
“So, this is a personal vendetta?”
The audience realized there had been previous conflicts between the two. Their looks towards Flora
turned disdainful.
“She’s such a pretty girl but is acting so thoughtlessly someone in the audience scoffed.
Another agreed, “You don’t get it. She just wants attention. She thinks the world should revolve
around her because she’s pretty!”
Despite the judgmental stares and criticisms from all sides, Flora remained expressionless, as if
none of it mattered to her
Howell’s expression was dark as the bottom of a pan, his gaze sharp as a de towards Yvonne on
stage.
Is that so, Yvonne? Huh? Okay.
After today, she could forget about continuing in the fashion industry.
He shuddered at the thought that he had once considered inviting Yvonne to Rose’s design team.
“Yvonne, I’ll give you one chance to admit to giarism. Otherwise, the consequences will be more
than you can bear.”
Flora’s voice was soft but carried throughout the venue. Her hand holding the microphone was
pale, and the veins were visible under the
skin
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The light and shadow yed across her eyshes, adding a coldness to her demeanor
She had created the designs, but representatives from the National Design Institute had been
pestering her. Unable to refuse any longer she had licensed the designs to them.
Yvonne giarized from the National Design Institute. She was really asking for trouble.