Chapter 160: Chapter 160: Get Ready for a Surprise
Charlotte Thompson raises her head to look at Evelyn Curtis, somewhat puzzled.
What is this all about?
Evelyn Curtis smiles faintly, walks over to Charlotte, bends down, and her long hair falls down in front of her chest, a waft of perfume greets Charlotte’s senses, with her eyes cast down.
Charlotte frowns, hearing Evelyn start to speak slowly:
"Designer Charlotte, brace yourself for a surprise."
As she finishes her sentence, Charlotte’s frown deepens.
She pauses in her pen strokes momentarily, lifting her head to glance at Evelyn.
A confusing smile sits on the beautiful face of Evelyn, and her eyes flicker, radiating a hint seeming malice under Charlotte’s gaze.
An unidentifiable tension fills the air.
With her back to the camera, the viewers see Evelyn Curtis studying Charlotte’s designs while Charlotte returns a hostile gaze.
The two of them wearing identical dresses in the same frame along with Charlotte’s piercing stare, once again detonate the comment section.
"Evelyn Curtis is a judge, what gives Charlotte the audacity to dress like the very judge?"
"Shouldn’t the main concern be about the authenticity of the dresses? Evelyn is the judge, undoubtedly popular these days, why would she wear a fake, Charlotte’s dress must surely be..."
The latter part went unsaid.
An authentic dress and a counterfeit, the people reached a definitive answer.
To be wearing the same dress as the judge, moreover a counterfeit, in International Jewelry Competition, is nothing short of audacious.
"Watching this is making me sick. There are all sorts of fools sprouting in a big forest. It’s tiring to see people being obsessed with vanity, girls, voting for Charlotte is just not appropriate."
"Absolutely! Let’s vote for someone else, such kind of women don’t deserve our support!"
"Picking a designer like her, who wears pirated versions of BK, will only stain the reputation of our Druarus local design!"
"Yes, that’s right, we’ll be looked down upon by everyone else in the world!"
Once this was said, it appealed to a large response.
With the combination of voting and live broadcasting, the bar chart on the big screen behind Charlotte was fluctuating drastically.
Upon closer inspection, it’s not hard to notice the column labeled ’10’, representing her score, slowing down, and eventually stopping.
Meanwhile, the others overwhelmingly surpassed her, continuously climbing upwards.
Evelyn seems nonchalantly glanced at the voting situation, her fingers trembling in excitement.
Charlotte, oh Charlotte, didn’t you lose to me once again?
With a small smile at the corner of her mouth, she turns around towards her seat.
The pen tip in Charlotte’s hand is less than a centimeter away from the paper, but it does not land again.
She watches Evelyn walk away, a vague sense of foreboding rising within her.
Turning her gaze around, she suddenly notices a commotion among the crowd that was earlier quiet below the stage.
Everyone is swiping their phones, bending their heads to whispers with one another, occasionally someone raises their head and looks at her with unfamiliar eyes.
Charlotte’s heart skips a beat, recalling what Evelyn said earlier.
—— Prepare for your surprise.
Subconsciously she looks over at Evelyn. The latter has taken her seat by then, looking at Charlotte, her expression ambiguous, an inscrutable smile playing on her lips.
Charlotte tightens her grip on her pen, her eyes full of hesitation.
Looking at things, could it be Evelyn is up to something behind her back again?