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Chapter 376
Queenie looked at his leaving silhouette, a feeling of disgust arising in her heart.
Then, she went to look for Violet, who was admiring her new manicure. "Don't worry, I've already made
all of the arrangements, and the money will be transferred to him once the competition is over. As for
you..."
Unconcerned, Violet looked at Queenie from head to toe and stated, "If he wants you to see him, just
see him then. Perhaps he would like to share his experiences with you. After all, you're both in the
same boat right now. He will not force you if you are unwilling."
Queenie frowned as she sensed that Violet was ditching her after making use of her. "Miss Kramer,
both of us are the ones in the same boat."
Violet only gave an uninterested smile. "Well, it doesn't really matter. In any case, we all have the same
goal. Don't tell me you're now regretting after things have progressed to this point."
"I'm not. I'm just…"
Violet's limited patience had been depleted as she interrupted, "Okay, fine. I know what you're thinking.
I will send someone to tell him later that you won't be going. You're just so troublesome."
Queenie was irritated by Violet's attitude, but she couldn't argue head-to-head with her. Hence, she
could only reply, "Thank you, Miss Kramer."
Violet hummed in response and raised her head to look at the door, implying to Queenie that she
should leave right away.
After leaving the restroom, Queenie stood motionless for a few moments before heading to the stairs,
her phone in hand.
She was thinking about Elliot. Though he had a reputation, it was mostly negative, and it wasn't his first
time assisting people in faking results. Furthermore, he was well-known for being a playboy with dirty
tricks.
She then stood by the stairs and dialed Ron's number, but all she got was the operator telling her that
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She couldn't help but frown when she heard that. After pausing for a moment, she dialed her house
number, which went unanswered as well.
A tinge of frustration filled her heart. What are all of them doing?
They always sound nice, but whenever something happens, no one is there for me.
…
Leanna stayed in the washroom for ten minutes and only left when someone else entered.
After only a few steps, she saw a man smoking by the balcony.
Aidan met her gaze too. With his brows raised, he brushed off the cigarette ashes and said in a deep
voice, "I almost thought you fainted in the restroom."
Leanna was speechless before she muttered, "Didn't you have something else planned and wouldn't
be coming?"
"What other matters can be more important than you?"
She then walked towards him while raising a hand to brush a finger over her brow.
Putting out his cigarette, Aidan asked, "Are you nervous?"
However, she refused to admit it. "What gave it away?"
"It's written all over your face, honey," he murmured as he flicked her brow with his finger. "Your
furrowed brows can even trap a fly in it now."
That caused her to raise her hand subconsciously to feel her brows, but as she did so, she heard his
laughter.
He's just making fun of me!
Leanna punched him hard on the chest and said angrily, "How can you joke around now?"
"I just want to relieve your nervousness," he replied, his lips curved.
Leanna then leaned against the wall beside him and closed her eyes. "I'm not nervous about the
competition."
Despite her best efforts to adjust her emotions, she couldn't sleep well since Louis' incident. Ron was
unreachable, and no one knew what Lloyd's next move would be.
"You don't have to be concerned about that. Your only battlefield is the competition later."
That surprised her a little as she probably didn't expect him to say such things.
After a while, Leanna opened her mouth and asked, "Aidan, if I win this competition, can I ask for a gift
from you?"
He raised his brows when he heard that. "But of course. I can give you anything you want, not just a
gift."
"I only want the truth from you," Leanna said slowly as she looked at him.
Faced with her compelling gaze, Aidan remained calm and responded casually, "Every sentence of
mine is truthful. If that's all you want, wouldn't it be too easy on me?"
She fell silent after hearing that. "Forget it; take it as I've never said that before."
This b*stard really knows how to keep his mouth shut.
Shortly after, the time for the next stage of the competition arrived.
"I've to go now. It will take three hours, so you better get busy with your work," Leanna muttered, to
which Aidan replied, "I'll accompany you from the outside."
"I don't need that. You'll only affect my performance."
That rendered him speechless.
After she finished her words, she turned and headed to the competition venue.
The designers who had made it to the semifinals were still sitting in their seats, seemingly waiting to
see who would win with their own eyes.
Leanna, Queenie, and Sofia then entered their respective rooms, as directed by the staff.
Though the room was transparent, the soundproofing was excellent. They couldn't hear what was
going on outside.
Furthermore, the glass was unique in that the inside could be seen from the outside, but not the other
way around. This preserved the competition's impartiality while also ensuring that the designers on the
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As soon as they entered the room, the timers on the tables started counting down.
Everyone on the outside was staring at them nervously. Queenie and Sofia had begun to draw, but
Leanna remained motionless and staring at the paper. Nobody could tell what she was thinking.
People from the outside began discussing among themselves. "The organizer did not explicitly spell out
the theme for the final. The contestants have to guess it themselves, and this is not an easy feat. It all
comes down to luck! The one who can blindly guess it correctly will win."
"Both Queenie and Sofia appear confident. Most likely, they have managed to guess the hidden theme.
But look at McK, though. She looks like she had no idea at all."
"I believe Queenie will be the winner this time. After all, she has spent three years in Aeras learning
about designs, and she was taught by Robert personally. As for McK, well, her works are ingenious, but
they are generally middle-class and unsuitable for grand events; they would never make their way to
the international arena."
Just as they were heatedly discussing, a man's cold voice echoed, "So, you mean that the creations of
those who have never gone to Aeras will always be inferior?"
"This isn't just my personal opinion, pal. Aeras is the place that every designer desires to go. As long
as they can get there, they will be able to broaden their horizons and learn far more than the others. It
is truly a loss for McK to not be able to expand her career in Aeras. Anyway, it appears to me that she
will be unable to beat Queenie this time."
The reporter finally sensed the silence around him when he ended his sentence. Everyone else had
their heads lowered, avoiding his gaze and hoping to go unnoticed.
As if sensing something, he stiffly turned his head around, only to discover that the person sitting
behind him was Aidan, the president of Pearson Group, who was well known for spoiling his wife and
would even fire his bullets at the keyboard warriors for her.
At this instant, the reporter felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
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