NovelEnglishChapter 1096: "I have no objections to that,” he said, masking his eagerness with a calm tone. As Abram spoke, he quietly evaluated Allison's current skill level. She hadn't designed shoes in years, while he had spent that trefining his technique. He had even perfected her signature style. At the studio, most couldn't distinguish his work from hers. This competition, in his mind, was already his to win! Abram shot Allison a challenging look, his tone dripping with disdain. "I'll show everyone that you're nothing but a failure!" he declared. He had already forced her out of the stuonce, and now he was determined to crush her completely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAllison smirked, her voice sharp. “Go ahead. Just don't ccrying when you regret it." Allison knew him well. His confidence cfrom an overblown sense of self-worth, masking his lack of true talent. Years ago, when she was still fiery and impulsive, she had stormed out of the stuwithout hesitation. She had discovered his plagiarism and refused to stay, despite their desperate attempts to make her reconsider. Who would have imagined that, after all this time, Abram would have the audacity to challenge her again? "Mr. Morgan," Allison said, her tone calm but deliberate, "I'll ask you to serve as a witness. If I win and prove he stole my designs, I request that his stube removed from the industry and blacklisted for good." She spoke each word with purpose, leaving no room for doubt. "And Abram will also apologize toin front of everyone," Allison added, her voice firm.
Abram's expression hardened at the thought. He was only a designer - what right did he have to decide the fate of an entire studio? But with the spotlight on him, he knew that he couldn't back out now. Grinding his teeth, Abram finally replied, "Fine! But if you lose, Ms. Clarke, you'll leave Ontdale and never show your face in front ofagain!" To him, this was just another competition. He felt completely sure of his skills, confident from years of practice. Then Fabian spoke up, announcing the rules. "Each guest will vote for the design they think is the best." The crowd burst into applause, clearly pleased with the arrangement.
This was a rare chance to see two top designers go head-to-head. If the winning design caught attention, it would make waves internationally. And the people here would be the ones to witness it all.
Fabian went on, "My late wife had a deep love for ballet, so I'd like to see the designs reflect that theme." When Abram heard the theme, his confidence soared. Back in the day, Allison had shared her love for ballet, often drawing inspiration from it for her designs. It felt like everything was falling into place for him — like luck was on his side.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWithout hesitation, Abram spoke up. "When it comes to ballet, Swan Lake is my favorite. I'll weave in feathers and wing motifs in my design." Abram gave Allison a smug look, his tone dripping with arrogance. “I just hope your design doesn't end up too much like mine. If it does, it'll be hard to explain," he said with a sneer.
Allison immediately picked up on his dirty trick. But using plagiarism to get ahead was a dead end. It would only reveal more of his weaknesses.
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