My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

"Freya, what do you mean by that?"

Regina felt that she was the final winner and shouldn't have felt this kind of uneasy emotion, but after hearing

Freya's words, a slight panic inexplicably arose in her heart.

"It doesn't mean anything, just simply admiring your courage."

Freya replied calmly.

"Regina, to get married, you should make it an auspicious occasion. If I were you, I would want this wedding to be

foolproof and not make a fool of myself."

"You seem to have forgotten that I walked you through your dress fitting earlier. Oh, that would be when you got

engaged. I fulfilled your wish and accompanied you to the dress fitting. And then what happened? Your long-

awaited engagement fizzled out."

"Regina, now, you still try every possible way to make me accompany you to try on the dress, aren't you afraid that

this wedding that you've been trying so hard to get, will also be in vain?"

"Freya!" Thinking of that engagement where she asked Freya to accompany her to try on dresses, but in the end,

Kieran's mind was all caught up with Freya, she hated it.

If she asks Freya to accompany her to try on dresses this time, she won't be able to humiliate Freya and she will

end up making a fool of herself!

Freya's voice continued, "Regina, shouldn't your man accompany you to try on dresses? How much does your man

dislike you that he has to let me do this for him?"

"You!" Having been hit by sore spot, Regina's face could no longer maintain that high and mighty elegance.

Her face was so fierce that she almost threw away all the upbringing of a high class woman and turned into a

shrew.

But she was the most dignified of all, and no matter how resentful she was in her heart, she could only be a famous

lady sought after by countless people under public occasions.

"Regina, I'm going to be on in a moment, I'm very busy and I don't have time to bullshit with you here!"

Having been given such an obvious expulsion order by Freya, Regina's face couldn't help but darken, but seeing the

clothes on her and Kiki, all the decadence on her face was swept away, leaving only a condescending disdain.

She moved closer to Freya and tugged at the corner of her coat.

"Freya, you're very proud of yourself for having the upper hand in the verbal battle, aren't you? Simon said he

would give me a grand wedding, what do you think I should give him as a gift?"

"Why don't I just give him the trophy for tonight's championship!"

With that said, Regina turned away triumphantly on her chunky heels.

In the first two matches, Court lost to World. Freya really didn't know where Regina got the confidence that she was

going to take back the champion's trophy to Kieran in this grand final.

It wasn't until the competition started and the two models from Court took the stage that she understood what the

disdain in Regina's eyes meant.

Court's entry for the finals, surprisingly, was also "The Empress Dowager"!

As soon as the two models from Court took to the stage, there were audible gasps of uncontrollable amazement.

Even the judges, who were used to seeing all sorts of beautiful works, had an unconcealed shock on their faces.

Mr. Hans couldn't help but burst out, "My God! It's perfect!"

Daniel's eyes also showed obvious appreciation as he looked at the model who was walking in style. He nodded

gently, and even though Quinn was his boss, as an artist in pursuit of true beauty, he couldn't help but write a high

score of 99 on the scoreboard.

The point that was deducted was on the model.

The clothes were so perfect that the two models, although good looking too, really didn't deserve the praise of

being perfect.

Through the first few games, Henry had a pretty good impression of Robin, but he didn't expect him to design such

a stunning piece.

He looked at Robin, who slowly walked up the catwalk to explain his design concept, and his eyes were full of

admiration for the younger generation.

He had been worried that there would be no one to succeed him in the field of fashion design, but now, with Fillip

and such a brilliant Robin, he is relieved!

Grabbing a pen from the side, Han wrote 100 points on the scoreboard without hesitation!

Seeing the models on the catwalk, Fillip couldn't help but frown.

He had crossed paths with Robin a few times and he could sense that the man's mind was not clear enough; he

really dared not think that someone with such a dark heart could design works that carried the purest and most

devout soul.

He disliked Robin and loathed Regina even more, and he naturally wanted World to win the title.

But no matter how much he loathed a person, he would not bother with favouritism in front of his art. He was afraid

that, for example, Lucy would be disappointed with him, and he wanted to be, in her mind, the best master of

costume design.

With his eyes downcast, Fillip fairly wrote down the score on the scoreboard in front of him, 100 points.

Kieran was still all chilled and silent, and the blinding red on the catwalk reminded him of his child's blood.

It should have been such a blinding red when his child died a horrible death.

The hatred in his heart, accompanied by a heavy coldness, spread quickly through his mind.

He knew how much Freya cared about this competition, and if he wanted Freya to have a hard time, the best way

was to give full marks to Court's work and zero marks to World, abusing that heartless woman to the point where

she couldn't even cry, but he couldn't control his heart when he thought of the way her eyes were red.

How ridiculous that he was afraid she would be disappointed and upset when she killed his own son.

Simon, you're so sad!

Lifting his eyelids coolly, Kieran slowly swept over the two models on the catwalk.

Because that person was not Freya, he did not like them.

The makeup is too gaudy, the skin too dark, the body too flat, and, what the hell is that pair of feather earrings

hanging from their ears?

Chicken feathers?

The dress was good, but there were already four impartial judges on the floor, so he could just play favourites.

Hmph, Freya, don't be fooled, you're nothing in my heart!

The arrogant man wrote with a broad stroke of his pen, but instead of a perfect score, it's, well, 94.

To be fair, this score by Kieran is indeed a bit harsh. After all, "The Empress Dowager" is impeccable, both in terms

of design and workmanship.

There was thunderous applause as they listened to Robin's design philosophy.

There was no suspense, with the audience scoring mostly high marks like full marks.

Putting down the microphone, Robin came off the stage with his head held high, and he moved to sit next to Freddie

with an unintentional smugness.

"Designer Freddie, how are the works of our Court today? Do you like it?"