Whitney hates me, of course she doesn't want me to get such honor.
But what if she knows that I can return Frances' money on my own after getting the prize?
Suddenly, it feels like Whitney can help me.
Frances stands there and speaks with a deep voice, “Whitney, there shouldn't be a next thing for this.
I'll send you to the police station myself.”
I have mixed feelings on Frances' words. Is he threatening Whitney to help me？
I become more careful, afraid that it's just my imagination.
Whitney looks at Frances in disbelief. She almost gets out of control.
“You want to send me to the police station because of this woman? Frances, I'm your wife! See it
clearly! Without me, how could you be where your are today!”
Her words are like a bomb that exploded in my heart.
Frances depends on her business to be successful? I never imagine that a guy like Frances lives off a
woman too.
“Whitney, I don't mind if you're going crazy... But you should see the situation! You are not the only
judge of the competition.”
Frances speaks in a low voice. Right after that, he gives me a comforting look.
I suddenly feel nervous.
If Frances know the reason why I want to win the competition so much, will he stand by my side?
“I'll try my best anyway.”
I walk away after saying that to them.
I walk slowly for about 2 steps. Right then, Whitney comes out and walks up to Nicole.
When she passes by me, I stop her.
“I still hope that you'll judge the competition fairly tomorrow.” I say that in a low voice.
Whitney smiles disdainfully.
She turns her head around and speaks to me, “Why? Why should I let you win? Furthermore, you may
not win even with your actual skills. Anyway, you won't be the first winner as long as I'm here."
She just walks by my side and leave after saying that.
Actually, I want to tell her that I try my best to get the prize... is to leave Frances.
It's just that, Whitney won't give me a chance to say it.
I just innocently look forward that Whitney can't control everything. The competition result will be fair
and impartial. After all, this is an international competition.
The competition is set at night.
When it's time for dinner, Nicole asks me to come over and eat together.
After I tidy up the sketch tools, I go with Nicole for dinner.
After dinner, there's around one hour left for rest.
I think that the competition is set at night because night time is the time where inspiration comes.
Yesterday, the design was already handed over to the MC, sealed and preserved.
Tonight, there's two hours to continue the design and explain the design inspiration.
Frances still sits right in front of me. His quiet gaze doesn't show any feelings.
But my heart beats so much just by seeing his expressionless face.
MC declares the start of the competition.
I unintentionally look into Whitney's face and find out that she's sneering at me.
All of the sudden, my heart beats quickly. Her words from last night keeps running around inside my
head.
“As long as I'm here, you won't be the first winner.”
I hope that she doesn't have much authority.
I take a deep breath. When I open the tool box so I can sketch, I feel so shocked.
My pens, everything is gone!
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