Robert insulted Winnie and Stella, saying, "You're celebrating here too?"
Stella made a nice and respectful gesture by nodding.
"Yeah, you're meant to be runner up," Robert sighed. "It's prudent to celebrate while you still have the
chance since you might not have it again."
Winnie, in comparison to Stella, couldn't care less and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "This is
not the place for a foreigner who can't even pronounce Chinese properly but uses it to scold people,
didn't your instructor teaches you how to speak properly?"
Robert's face was tightened as he glanced at her.
Winnie was well-known to him, and her endorsement posters and commercials could be found
practically anywhere.
"Ms. Truman, there is no need to be disrespectful," Modesty protested.
"Who are you?" Winnie Truman asked.
Winnie interrupted without giving Modesty a chance to speak. "Never mind, I'm not interested in getting
to know you and it doesn't affect me in any case. Furthermore, how am I rude? If you think I was talking
about you, that's fine. I was just referring to some old hag who was disrespectful to junior."
"You..."
Stella fixed her gaze on Robert, "I respect you since you are a senior, but you made me realize
something, like teacher like student. I don't mind losing today, but I genuinely hope that in the
international arena, both of you could say the same thing."
After that, she left with Winnie.
"I still have something to say to them," Winnie stated in the restroom.
"Don't waste your time with jerks like them," Stella said.
It was ironic that she was celebrating here while her father's body was still in the hospital.
"Did you quarrel with Chan?" As she cleaned her hands, Stella inquired.
Winnie was taken aback by her question and responded, "No," after a brief hesitation.
"What was it about you two that made you look so awkward?"
"We're not close," Winnie said with a smile, "And it's natural for us to be awkward with each other."
"Aren't the two of you shooting a film together?" Stella questioned.
"Yes, but we don't work together too much because we're in different groups. You thought we were
friends?" she continued as she dried her hands.
She wasn't sure about Winnie, but she was sure about Channing...
"Regardless," Stella said with a smile, "thank you for looking after Chan all this time."
"Don't bring it up." The paper ball was tossed into the trash by Winnie. "Oh yeah, did he say anything to
you?" she inquired abruptly.
"What?" Stella seemed perplexed.
Winnie gulped her remarks as she realized she had no idea what was going on. "It's nothing I should
be concerned about, perhaps he's looking for an opportunity to inform you."
Stella didn't ask any more questions after their talk ended.
On the walk back, they unexpectedly stumbled across Louis, the organizer.
"Ms. Radomil, might we have a word please?" Louis asked as he approached.
Stella turned to Winnie and nodded. "Please leave us."
"Okay."
Following Winnie's departure, Louis and Stella moved towards the porch.
"Your designs were amazing... we could only say that each judge has their preference," Louis said with
a regretful expression.
"I understand, and thank you for giving me this opportunity," Stella said with a smile.
"Please have faith and you have a long way to go," Louis said, sighing. "A runner-up this time means
nothing, true talent tells all."
"With your time permits, I would want to arrange a special counter to present your brand in this year's
fashion week, it will highlight your works to the globe," Louis added after a brief conversation.
Stella was stunned, it was an once-in-a-lifetime chance.
A separate counter for her brand at an international fashion week was not something that any designer
was given the chance to do. If she was offered this option as the contest's champion, it would be
acceptable.
To put it another way, only the champion would be granted such a chance, however...
"Didn't I say champion or runner up means nothing?" Louis said, noticing her uncertainty. "I'm
interested in a designer's talent as well as his or her potential. To me, you are the ideal candidate."
Stella couldn't say no to such a chance, but she wasn't sure she had enough time to prepare for
fashion week.
The studio was now fairly busy, and she would have to devote more time and effort if she wanted to
exploit this opportunity to promote her own brand.
She was frightened of losing both ends of the rope.
"It's fine, I'll prepare the contract and terms and conditions connected to this, and you still have a few
days to think about it." Louis went on.
Stella breathed a sigh of relief as she said, "Thank you."
"I will not take up any more of your time, please consider it and inform me of your decision."
"Okay."
After they left, Modesty came out from the corner and turned off the recording.
As Stella entered the room, Sherry inquired, "What have you been up to? The food is quite cold."
"Just something."
After the meal, the gang got set to go to karaoke. "I won't be joining because I have to get up early
tomorrow for work, but have fun," Winnie remarked.
“I...” said Channing, frowning.
“Didn't you say you're needed at the school just now?” Stella yanked him up.
Winnie turned and grinned as Channing bit his lip and took a few steps. "Don't worry, my driver is
waiting for me below, have fun, people."
She then waved goodbye to Stella and Sherry, collected her bags, and walked away.
Channing froze in his footsteps.
"What's the matter with you? Didn’t I ask you to apologize to her?" Stella inquired quietly.
Channing attempted to defend himself, but Sherry said, "Chan, do you need to go back to school?"
Why? Are you not joining us to the karaoke?"
"No, he won't go back to school now," Stella said helplessly.
“Didn't you say you're needed at the school just now?” Stella yanked him up.
Winnie turned and grinned as Channing bit his lip and took a few steps. "Don't worry, my driver is
waiting for me below, have fun, people."
She then waved goodbye to Stella and Sherry, collected her bags, and walked away.
Channing froze in his footsteps.
"What's the matter with you? Didn't | ask you to apologize to her?" Stella inquired quietly.
Channing attempted to defend himself, but Sherry said, "Chan, do you need to go back to school?"
Why? Are you not joining us to the karaoke?"
"No, he won't go back to school now," Stella said helplessly.
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