Designers’ resting room.
Charlotte Thompson was sitting in her designated spot in the resting room, resting with her eyes closed. Not long after, the door was violently kicked open.
"Charlotte Thompson, what is your problem!"
The voice was full of desperation and frustration - it was an indication that Evelyn Curtis was panicking.
Upon hearing the voice, Charlotte lazily lifted her eyelids to give Evelyn a quick glance before closing them again, speaking lightly, "Miss Curtis, what’s all this about? We’re all resting here."
"Resting? You look high-spirited to me. Know enough to have someone slander me online. Do you really need to rest?"
Evelyn Curtis’s voice rose as her chest heaved with anger.
Her eyes blazed with hatred as she glared at Charlotte.
If looks could kill, Charlotte would have been reduced to ashes by now.
"Having someone slander you?" Charlotte stretched lazily, then sat up, looking at Evelyn with mock confusion, "Miss Curtis, you’re the one wearing knock-offs, what does that have to do with me? I don’t have the extra money to hire an online mob like someone else."
If Charlotte’s nonchalance was a spark, then the phrase "hire an online mob" was a live grenade.
It exploded as her words fell.
Evelyn Curtis stormed forward, raising her hand to ’discipline’ Charlotte.
The other designers were silently worrying for Charlotte but no one dared to step forward or try to stop Evelyn.
This was a feud between Charlotte and Evelyn. "Every man for himself" was the designers’ mantra.
If Evelyn managed to get rid of Charlotte, their major competitor, the pressure on them would lessen.
On the other hand, if they spoke up for Charlotte, considering Evelyn’s resources in the industry and her position as a judge in the competition, their participation would be meaningless.
Comparatively, staying silent and watching the show was the best choice they could make.
However, just as Evelyn was about to slap Charlotte, Coco stepped in front of Charlotte, grabbing Evelyn’s wrist.
"Miss Curtis, you’re a public figure. What are you doing? Do you want all the top trending topics to be negative news about you?"
Even though Coco was just an assistant and seemed insignificant compared to Evelyn,
she was determined not to back down when it came to protecting Charlotte.
She stared at Evelyn with determination and stated her case confidently.
It took Evelyn a while to shake Coco’s hand free. She rubbed her reddened wrist and glared resentfully.
"What are you? Just a mere assistant, daring to lay your hands on me," Evelyn gritted her teeth.
Coco remained composed, "Even though I’m just an assistant and cannot compare to your star status, as Miss Charlotte’s assistant, it is my duty to protect her and assist her. I can’t let anyone bully her."
At these words, Charlotte felt a tinge of gratification.
Coco, the new addition to her team, normally seemed timid, but unexpectedly became righteous in this situation.
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Charlotte cleared her throat and stood up, lightly tugging at Coco’s clothes to signal her to step back.
She then turned her attention to a mirror to examine her loose hair strands.
As she did this, she spoke casually, "I really don’t understand the world anymore. Someone wearing counterfeit clothes dares to kick up a fuss in front of those of us wearing genuine ones, tsk."
"What’s wrong with the organizers? Getting such a person to be a judge... I wonder how good their judgment is, and whether this competition can be trusted."