NovelEnglishChapter 70
Sylvia looked out at the audience, her face a mask of indifference as she accepted the heavy trophy.
It felt as if invisible hands were strangling her, the sensation of suffocation whispering how difficult it was to
escape a fate already written, especially when facing an opponent with connections. But then, she tightened her
grip on the trophy.
In her past life, she hadn't even qualified to compete. This time, she had snatched the trophy right from under
Bridget's nose. At least, that damned destiny was beginning to shift. Someday, it would align with her desires.
Sylvia lifted her head, smiling at the audience and, more specifically, at the owner of a certain pair of eyes.
Rupert.
No one could bring her down, unless...she fell herself.
Down in the audience, Orson approached Rupert, leaning in to report.
"Mr. Garcia, it's done." "Okay."
Rupert held his coffee cup and sipped, his gaze met Sylvia's, his displeasure hidden behind a squint. Her smile,
radiant under the spotlight, drew the gazes of all men. He could even hear the men beside him joking softly,
plotting how to ask Sylvia for her contact information later.
His cold gaze silenced them immediately.
As the competition neared its end, Bridget, bubbling with excitement, headed for the interview area, eager to let
the world know she had won.
But before she could take another step, Eloise's voice filled the hall.
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"Wait, there's one more thing I'd like to announce. Given the exceptional talent of the contestants this time, the
stuand | have decided that the top three will be offered internships. We hope to see more outstanding jewelry
designers in the future."
As Eloise's piece was finished, Sylvia hesitated, thinking she was hallucinating. It wasn't until Christine, who
placed third, let out a shriek that Sylvia realized it was real.
She...had earned an internship at Eloise's studio!
Mixed emotions filled the room.
Bridget, once thought to be unrivaled, now looked livid, her fingernails digging into the trophy.
Feeling indignant, she asked, "But Professor Eloise, didn't you say only the first-place winner would be eligible for
entering your studio?"
Eloise glanced at her, unflustered, "I
only said the winner would definitely get in, not that they'd be the only one. You're all just too talented, and |
found it hard to choose. I'm sure that with your capability, Ms Simpson, you aren't worried about these details."
Her words were impeccably kind, leaving Bridget without a leg to stand on. Frustrated, the latter
tugged her lips. She inadvertentlyet
looked towards Rupert in the audience, a picture of grievance, hoping for his support, only to find his attention
wasn't on her at all.
Bridget followed his gaze, her eyes landing on Sylvia. With a dark look, Bridget bit her lip to control her
emotions. She knew better than make a scene, or she'd be
vera
considered insensitive; Rupert disliked noisy women.
A few seconds later, Bridget managed a smile.
"Professor Eloise is right. I'm not worried."
"That's the spirit. Why don't we all
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Bridget, anticipating Sylvia's inclusion
in the photo, EER. "Professor
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"Sure."
Rupert interrupted Bridget, slowly standing and joining them on stage.
The reporters, seeing Rupert join,
crowded forward, causing a bit of
chaos. Sensibly, those on stage
Eel FEE RAR for Bridget
ahd'Jave the couple the center spot.
Sylvia, wanting no part of their
, noticed Christine eyeing the
spot beside Rupert with stars in her
eyes and understood her intentions.
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