NovelAppChapter 111 Eden watched the expressions of all the audience and judges. He noticed their amazement and couldn't hide his pride.
Having a talented apprentice was a reflection of his own prowers as a mentor.
"No doubt, Eden. The student you've trained has shown extraordinary toleht," "Indeed, she truly deserves the title of a prodigy." "Yvonne's design style seems to bear sresemblance to the legendary Rose's. Maybe Howell should just take her into his team." The judges commented one after another, their tones filled with admiration for Yvonne. With this one stunning plece of clothing, she intleed deserved all the praise.
Howell's cold and sharp gaze landed on the model who had just finished walking the runway. His brow furrowed slightly, a sign of his growing displeasure "Are you saying this is your apprentice, Yvonne's.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwork? His question was ice-cold, his tone less than pleased.
"Of course, it's her work." Eden felt Howell's tone was a bit strange but didn't think much of it "The design was all Yvonne's own creation, absolutely original” Howell's lips curled into a mocking smile, and without another word, he suddenly stood up and made his way through the audience He walked straight to Flora. “Ms, Flora,” he called out respectfully.
No one expected Howell to suddenly stand and move towards the audience, and the camera crew couldn't keep up.
Flora was sitting next to Dane and others, but only Dane and Alex heard Howell.
Their expressions were of complete surprise. What was going on? Why would the competition's main judge be calling out to Flora? Is this design yours?" Howell asked in a deep voice.
Flora lifted her eyelids to glance at him, somewhat agreeing with his statement.
"Why did your design and up in someone else's hands? "She picked up a draft I discarded." Flora answered, her lowered eyelids hiding her emotions.
She had pieced together the timeline. Carina must have taken that discarded draft during her quiet visit to the living family's home.
Howell felt like facepalming.
"Do you realize your discarded draft is what many aspire to achieve in their lifetime? Why w would I you throw such a treasure in the trash! Dane was puzzled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFlora, what do you mean?" "You're saying you designed this dress? "What do you plan to do now?" Howell asked.
The dim light from the wall lamp cast half of Flora's face in shadow. The other half was cold and pale.
Her lips curved into a wicked smile, her voice lazy and indifferent.
"What I've discarded is not for Yvonne to repurpose. It offends me. If she dare to confront me, must retaliate, mustn't 17" Flora stood up abruptly. Stepping forward, she walked towards the front. Howell stood behind her. Dane and Alex hurried to follow In the live broadcast, the viewers were confused by Howell and Flora's conversation.
[I don't understand what's happening. Can someone explain?] (it sounds like the dress wasn't designed by Yvonne but by this young lady] [Guys, I've searched all the major websites and found nothing about this girl!] [Is it just me, or is this girl really beautiful? I'm in love!) [Add one more to that! I can't help but be charmed!]
Flora leisurely walked to the front, where all the models had finished their walks, and the judges began to score.
All the designers and their models stood on stage, waiting for the final results. Whether intentionally or not, Yvonne positioned herself in the center, the most eye-catching spot. X
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