The next day.
The red Rolls-Royce galloped on the streets of Druarus, finally coming to a halt in front of the Emperor City Exhibition Center.
The mont the car stopped, a group of people swooped in imdiately, wielding caras and microphones.
As soon as the car window rolled down, they all burst in without waiting for an invite.
Evelyn Curtis, in a captivating red dress, was radiant. Her delicate make-up and mastery over her expressions elevated her deanor.
"Miss Curtis, can you share your initial intentions on being a judge for the jewelry competition?"
"Miss Curtis, being a judge for the jewelry competition organized by Vanguard Jewelry, does it an you have an interest in jewelry design?"
"Miss Curtis, you aren’t deeply knowledgeable about jewelry. Does this inter-disciplinary work put a lot of pressure on you?"
"Miss Curtis..."
"Miss Curtis..."
Faced with these questions, Evelyn Curtis was extrely impatient on the inside.
However, her disciplined professionalism allowed her to maintain a warm and friendly grin on her face.
"Sorry, the competition is about to begin, everyone should focus on that!"
As her words fell, the door of the car was opened.
Evelyn stepped out of the car, successfully entering the venue under the protection of her manager and bodyguards.
The journalists diligently followed her in.
"Miss Curtis, could you say a few words?"
"Miss Curtis..."
The manager stopped, smiled politely at the journalists, "I’m sorry, but thank you all for your support. Evelyn can’t accept interviews today, this is far enough!"
Without glancing back, Evelyn walked into the dressing room and sat in front of the mirror, visibly annoyed.
"These gossip journalists are just like flies, buzzing around all day. Annoying!"
"Surrounded by so many people in this hot weather, my makeup is a ss!"
The assistant, possessing a keen sense of the situation, sensed Evelyn’s complaints. She imdiately signaled for the makeup artist who rushed forward to touch up Evelyn’s makeup.
At the sa ti, Charlotte Thompson had just reached the dressing room when she heard the rant, and couldn’t help but scoff.
Just a re spokesperson with no real talent. Naturally, she couldn’t handle the bombardnt of questions from the journalists.
The jewelry competition was organized by the erging brand Vanguard Jewelry. Evelyn Curtis, as the spokesperson of Vanguard Jewelry and with her popularity over the years, was simply there to add so buzz to the competition.
She held the empty title of judge but didn’t understand anything.
Only in this age of consurism, she attracted many fans with her captivating looks.
Back in Ashton, Charlotte had seen the promotion for this competition, which even featured Evelyn’s photo.
She found it all rather ironic.
Within ten seconds, she decided to participate and successfully registered in ten minutes.
Since Vanguard Jewelry valued Evelyn Curtis so much, it was even more imperative for Charlotte to see for herself how much Evelyn had grown.
After letting her enjoy herself for five years, it was ti to bring her down.
As Charlotte walked through the door, Evelyn’s manager, Lucy, noticed and her expression changed drastically.
"Who are you? Who let you in? This is Evelyn Curtis’s dressing room."
Upon hearing the voice, Evelyn casually glanced over through the mirror.
With that glance, her pupils dilated instantly, and she abruptly got up and turned around.
"So... Sophie Allen?"
She was so astonished that she stumbled over her words for a mont.
Impossible, wasn’t she supposed to have committed suicide?
With Justin Battleson’s resources, the information he dug up was unlikely to be incorrect.
She beca nervous involuntarily, and her heart began to race as she lifted her eyes to stare at the woman before her.
This person was unmistakably Sophie Allen.
She could recognize her even if she turned to ash!
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