Chapter 149
Chapter 149 Costume
Bomsville Convention Center.
The annual Yushon Cup costume designpetition will be held
here.
Isabe parked the car in the parking lot outside the center and went to the main entrance to find
Kennedy.
The entire convention and exhibition center was filled with
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hung, which looked verypetitive.
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There were a lot of people participating today, and many reporters stood guard at the door, pressing
the shutter quickly when they saw famous designers.
Standing alone in the corner, Kennedy saw Isabe and hurriedly waved, “Ms. Young, this!”
Isabe walked briskly, exuding a cold aura all over her body, “Just call me Isabe, I’m your assistant
today.’
“Okay.” Kennedy nodded quickly, “Have you had breakfast yet?”
“have eaten.”
“Why aren’t your hands bandaged?” Kennedy found that her right wrist was still bruised and swollen,
and hurriedly searched in her backpack, “Let me wrap it up for you, I just bought gauze and ointment
on the way here…
Isabe didn’t want to attract attention. During today’s game, there were cameras facing them all the
way.
She doesn’t want to be the center of attention.
Seeing that she was unwrapped, Kennedy took off the gauze himself, revealing two red and swollen
hands.
“Last night’s medicine, rub less.”
“Huh?” Kennedy didn’t expect her to notice it after a nce, and hurriedly exined, “There’s not much
left of the ointment fromst night…”
She still squeezed desperately, only to squeeze out a little bit.
“But I bought a new one on the way here, you can tell me if your hand hurtster.”
“Um.”
When entering the main hall, Kennedy showed the SMS of sessful registration and exchanged two
game cards.
She is designer number 16.
Isabe is assistant number 16.
By swiping their cards along the way, the two could enter the home court smoothly.
It was the first time for Kennedy toe to such a sacred ce, “There are so many people here, so
beautiful…”
Isabe nced at the street sign. “This way.”
No. 1-20 is in rest arca A.
At this time, there were only a few designers and assistants in the rest arca A. As soon as Kennedy
entered, she heard someone calling
her name.
“Kennedy? Why are you here?”
Kennedy followed the prestige and was equally displeased, “E?”
“He is so bold, he dares toe anywhere.”
Wearing a gorgeous little dress, E came to Kennedy and was about to avenge thest time, when
she raised her eyes and saw Isabe standing next to her.
The raised hand could only be retracted abruptly.
“It’s our defeat if youe!” E didn’t dare to touch them, she could only enjoy her mouth, “Don’t cry if
you lose in a while!”
“Hmph, you are the one who is crying.” Kennedy mustered up his courage and bravely replied, “People
who don’t even understand design, are you embarrassed toe here to gather people?”
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“Me? Come here to gather the number of people?” E smiled contemptuously. “Who told you that I’m
here to participate in thepetition?”
“Aren’t you?” Kennedy looked at her suspiciously.
“Not everyone has worked so hard to get the ranking like you. What you desperately want to get is just
what I don’t want.”
“Is thest injury healed?” Isabe reminded coldly, “No more pain?”
“You two…” E red at the two of them viciously, then turned and left angrily.
Several designers around were stunned, thest injury? What’s the meaning? Could it be that Miss
Bartley family was beaten by themst time?
Is it Kennedy and her assistant?
This is breaking news!
Designer No. 1 saw E sulking when she returned to her seat, and hurriedly made a cup of coffee and
brought it over, “Miss, this is your coffee.”
“Hmm…” E just took a sip before spilling coffee on the designer clothes. “You want to burn me to
death?”
“I’m sorry…” Designer No. I was terrified, ignoring the burnt self, and hastily bowed down to apologize,
“I forgot to remind you, this is brewed in hot water…”
“Get off!” E’s mood suddenly changed.
The No. 2 designer hurriedly brought up the dessert he brought, “Miss, do you want to eat something? I
heard that eating some sweets will make you feel good.”
“It’s early in the morning, do you want to get tired of me or fat to me? I’ve be ugly so you can
seduce my boyfriend, right?”
Designer No. 2 was quite frightened, and hurriedly apologized. “You misunderstood. I absolutely didn’t
mean that…”
“What kind of food are you buying from the roadside?” E nced at the sweet brand, not knowing
which small ce produced it, and shouted impatiently, “Go away!”
“Miss. thepetition hasn’t started yet, may I give you a shoulder squeeze?” Designer No. 3 stepped
forward gently.
“You’re smart!” E got angry again after being pressed twice by her. “Didn’t eat in the morning? It’s so
light, how about tickling me?”
Designer No. 3 hastily stepped up his efforts.
“Ah…” E pushed her away all at once.
Designer No. 3 couldn’t stand still, and hit the wall with his whole body, in excruciating pain.
“You’re looking for death, I think you hurt me on purpose, you want to vent your anger on me! Get the
hell out of here!”
Designer No. 4 stepped forward tremblingly, took a small fan, “Miss, calm down, it’s a little hot here,
shall I fan you?”
“Fan what, do you want to p my hair? Go. go!” E nced at them displeased. “This time I didn’t
make the top ten, and I didn’tpare with Kennedy, so I packed up and left., thepany does not
support idlers!”
“Yes, miss.” Although the four designers were full of anger, they had to bow their heads under the
eaves.
“I see…” Kennedy saw it, “Although the designer participated in the
Kennedy watched the movement over there, and said to Isabe. “Those four designers work in the
clothingpany of the Bartley family, and they probably get angry with E a lot.”
This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.
E is unruly, self-willed, and over the top!
“The game is about to start.” Isabe didn’t have the habit of watching the excitement, “You take a rest
first, I’ll go to the bathroom.”
“I’ll go too.” Kennedy didn’t want to stay here to see E’s arrogance, and followed Isabe to leave.
As soon as Isabe came out of the bathroom, someone eximed.
“Isabe?”
When Isabe heard the voice, she naturally knew who it was. She didn’t even bother to raise her
eyelids. After washing her hands, she was about to leave.
The No. 9 designer who came with Daisy found that Daisy looked at the girl with hatred in his eyes. It
seemed that he not only knew her, but also hated her.
“Damn me, are you happy?” Daisy stopped Isabe’s way.
Isabe looked at the person who came up to him desperately, and saidzily, “It’s not very happy to
see you standing here alive and kicking. It seems that you haven’t remembered what happenedst
time.”