Chapter 52


    Chapter 52 What Would Come, Would Come


    Jasmine had not expected to score so high. She was so stunned that she nked out for a moment. I


    can’t believe she not only did not give me grief out of spite, but she also gave me such a high score.


    Thus, she gave a deep bow. Her bow was mainly to show her gratitude toward Cam for being fair and


    not holding any grudges against her. Afterward, the live show continued. There were a total of ten


    designers, and Cam had already seen nine of them. Even so, she had yet to see L’s design. She


    was quite curious about what kind of designs L coulde up with. However, she didn’t know what


    L was trying to do after pulling that farce today. Therefore, she was feeling rather anxious about it.


    Finally, she finished scoring nine of the designers. Then, she massaged her temples. After watching the


    runway for so long, her eyes were beginning to tire. Ss had been watching Cam the entire time. He


    didn’t even spare a single nce at the fashion show going on. Listening to the suggestions and


    opinions she gave those designers, he found his perception of her professionalism increasing the more


    he listened.


    He, who usually couldn’t bear staying at gatherings for more than an hour, had stayed in his seat for


    nearly two hours now. Meanwhile, the host smiled again and introduced the final designer, “Next, let us


    wee ourst designer, L Brooklyn, and her design team! Their works have been well-received


    among the audience and have taken the top spot among the rankings! Now, let us wee them


    onstage!” After that, a gentle melody yed by a harp sounded throughout the front hall, matching


    perfectly with the models who came walking out slowly.


    The four models wore four different styles of dresses, each incorporating the four gentlemen of the


    seasons: the plum blossom, the orchid, the bamboo, and the chrysanthemum. The colors and designs of


    each outfit were distinct and stood apart from each other-they were elegant and noble whilst still


    incorporating the cultural heritage of the country. As soon as they appeared on stage, it gave off a


    dazzling feeling. When Ss heard L’s name, he scowled. Why is she here too? However, his


    expression changedpletely when he saw the models walking out. Then, he took out his phone and


    looked through it. At the same time, Xavier leaned over, asking, “President Nn, don’t you think the


    plum blossom-themed design looks awfully simr to the design in Miss Brooklyn’s portfolio?”


    He nced at Xavier. “You think so too?” Xavier nodded, but his gaze did not leave the model. “It’s


    identical.” Just then, Ss found the picture of Cam’s design on his phone. It really is like two peas in a


    pod-they were exactly the same! This is clearly giarism! He cast his nce at Cam and saw that


    she had already stood up. “Stop!” Everybody was confused by her actions, and they all looked at her.


    Cam was so angry that her face looked pale. I was wondering what kind of design L coulde up


    with. Instead, she turned out to be so brainless! It’s tant copy-and-paste; she didn’t even make any


    changes to it whatsoever! At the same time, the model stopped in her tracks and stared at Cam


    suspiciously. The host didn’t understand what was going on. Walking over to her, he asked, “Miss


    Brooklyn, what’s wrong?” “Whose design is this?” Cam raged. The host seemed taken aback for a


    moment. “All four designs were designed by Miss L Brooklyn.” Then, she said, “Bring her here!” L,


    who had been watching everything going on in the front hall from backstage, couldn’t help feeling


    uneasy. She had assumed that Cam was a participant. Therefore, she was banking on the fact that


    when Cam imed she had stolen her designs, she could counter by saying that Cam was adopting


    malicious methods to kick her out of thepetition by deliberately ndering her. After all, Cam had


    no proof. How could I have known that she turned out to be a judge? Thus, when she heard the host


    asking for her to go on stage, she knew that what woulde, woulde-the inevitable was about to


    happen. Taking a deep breath, she nced at Sarah, who was standing beside her. Sarah came over


    immediately and helped her walk out to the front hall, step by step. L was limping; the p mark on


    her face was still clear as day. She had a band-aid on her forehead. No matter who saw her current


    state, they would probably ask after her.


    The host frowned slightly and asked in a gentle voice, “Miss Brooklyn, what happened to you?”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!