Evelyn Curtis’ face twisted with rage as she struggled hard, barely managing to break free.
"Coming again?" Charlotte Thompson’s nonchalant demeanor contrasted sharply with Evelyn’s frantic anxiety.
Although the latter’s fury still lingered in her eyes, she didn’t say another word.
Everyone else in the break room watched on, making no move to intervene. No one wanted to get caught up in their mess.
They were all here to participate in the competition, each of them a competitor. At this moment, keeping one’s own interests safe was the most sensible option.
Only after Evelyn seemed to have calmed down did Charlotte turn to return to her seat.
But as soon as she turned and took a few steps, something snagged her dress hem, followed by a sharp tearing sound.
The dress was a custom-made silk gown with high-quality fabric that would easily rip if punctured.
Evelyn had used the heel of her stiletto to hook it. As Charlotte didn’t notice and took a couple of steps, the dress was now ripped, wasn’t it?
Everyone in the room must have heard it. They all turned their heads almost simultaneously, and some even gasped.
Several whispered amongst themselves.
"What can she do now that her dress is ruined? How will she go on stage?"
"Indeed, I heard she only brought one."
"Talk about bad luck. Can she still expect to have a good time after offending the judges?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novel-fire.net
Evelyn, of course, heard the whispers around her.
Without showing any remorse, she coolly muttered a quick "sorry" and retracted her foot, looking rather pleased with herself.
Your dress is ruined; I’d be curious to see how you’ll still make a splash on stage.
This time, the jewelry competition was set up differently than traditional ones. The submissions wouldn’t be made online, but would be designed on-site and live-streamed on the internet.
With less than twenty minutes before the start of the competition, Charlotte would have no chance of finding another dress, regardless of her abilities.
The cold light in Charlotte’s eyes was a shining hint of her bitterness. Moving to her own desk, she opened a drawer and took out a pair of scissors.
This sent a shudder through Evelyn when she saw the scissors.
Lucy, thinking that Charlotte was losing her temper, quickly rushed over to protect Evelyn.
"Miss Thompson, please don’t do anything rash."
"Charlotte, what are you planning?"
Despite trembling with fear, Evelyn tried to act unperturbed.
Lifting her eyelids slightly, Charlotte’s eyes were full of disdain and contempt.
Then, with a swift and decisive cut, the frayed hem of the dress was cleanly removed by Charlotte. The action was fast, accurate, and ruthless, void of any hesitation.
The red long dress was glamorous but with a hint of elegance. After the transformation into a mini-skirt, it became more coquettish, less elegant.
Her attractive legs, set off by the vibrant red of the dress, were even more exquisite, startling everyone present and catching their attention immediately.
"Wow! Just one cut, and the difference is astonishing!"
"Yes, totally unbelievable!"
All the designers and staff in the room were stunned, looking at Charlotte with admiration and respect in their eyes.
"This is what a real talent looks like. Even in terms of clothing design she is so flexible, definitely not an easy opponent."
The designer’s comment had hit the nail on the head.
Charlotte was not simple.
She excelled not only in jewelry design but also in clothing design. Anything to do with design, there’s nothing she couldn’t handle.
Any new or out-of-the-box idea, she could articulate with ease, always to unexpected results.
Praise for Charlotte was all around, and Evelyn felt as if something was choking her heart.
An uncomfortable feeling, like she was gasping for air.