"She’s got so nerve entering a competition with Charlotte Thompson. I can’t even imagine what kind of masterpiece she would create if she were actually here!"
"Does anyone can now beco a designer? I’m starting to feel quite capable myself!"
The cara pans back to the contestant who was just battling Charlotte Thompson for materials, her nervous deanor causing the audience to frown repeatedly.
A precious sapphire is garishly adorned with cheap-looking diamonds and pearls.
It looks very tacky.
It would typically be worn by nouveau riche eager to display their wealth.
Taken together with her behaviour earlier whilst grabbing materials, it’s very clear her vote count would be low.
When it ca to the next designer, the audience couldn’t help but gape open-mouthed. What exactly had she created? Was it a cheap pearl necklace picked up from a roadside stall?
"This is identical to the bracelet I bought in Sanya last year for ten yuan!"
This comnt elicited laughter among the audience. This was just another work that wasn’t worth a second glance.
It was just a pity that such high-quality pearls were wasted on this creation.
"Seriously, anybody can participate in this competition, and the disparity in talent compared with Charlotte Thompson is just too great."
"I reckon they’re appealing to judges like Evelyn Curtis, fearing that superior works might be above her understanding."
Online comnters didn’t just mocking the other designers’ works but went out of their way to disparage Evelyn Curtis as well.
As can be imagined, Evelyn’s reputation had taken a considerable hit.
Once all the contestants’ designs had been exhibited, joy and sorrow were felt in equal asure as the tense voting process began.
As expected, Charlotte’s work received the most votes, nearly double that of the second-place contender.
Evelyn Curtis clenched her fist as she watched Charlotte’s vote count rise steadily.
In secret, she had actually voted for the second-place contestant, but her votes had made no difference in the end.
She swallowed back her rage and headed back to the green room.
The mont the door closed behind her, Evelyn couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a sweep of her hand, she knocked everything off the table, sending objects clattering across the room.
Lucy silently picked up the scattered objects, handed Evelyn a cup of cold water, and waited for her anger to subside.
She gulped down the cold water, her heaving chest gradually calming down. Her frustration, however, remained unvented.
"What about the thing I asked you to investigate?" The mont Evelyn ntioned this, her simring anger started flaring up again.
During this competition, Charlotte had risen in popularity while Evelyn had been left squirming in humiliation.
She desperately needed to find out what connection there was between Charlotte and BK!
If she could uncover so scandal, she might still have a chance to salvage the situation.
"Evelyn, Charlotte is Joy." Lucy cautiously revealed the information she’d discovered.
It was a simple sentence, devoid of any embellishnts.
However, revealing this information felt like a bolt of lightning to Evelyn, causing her pupils to contract in shock.
Worried that she might’ve misheard, she asked, "What did you say? Who is she?"
Lucy gulped, "Joy, the top designer in Ashton."
Fearing Evelyn still hadn’t understood, Lucy added, "The gown by BK, she designed it herself."
As the words left her mouth, Evelyn’s face remained frozen in shock.
She then asked, "Where did you hear such a rumor?"
Her eyes were locked onto Lucy, trying to spot any trace of a lie on her face.
But Lucy remained unruffled, even handing over so screenshots from the live broadcast to Evelyn.
The online comnts unanimously pointed out that Charlotte was Joy, with so even praising her.
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