Chapter 149 Narrow-minded Enemy
New York Trade Show Center.
The annual National Fashion Design Contest will be held here.
Abella parked her car in the parking lot outside the center and went to the main entrance to find Abigail.
The entire trade show center was filled with competition flags and banners, creating a competitive atmosphere.
There were many participants today, and many reporters were stationed at the entrance, eagerly pressing the shutter when they saw famous designers.
Abigail stood alone in a corner and waved when she saw Abella. "Miss Medici, here!"
Abella strode over with a brisk pace, exuding a cold and intimidating aura. "Just call me Abella. Today, I am your assistant."
"Alright." Abigail quickly nodded. "Did you have breakfast?"
"I did."
"Why isn't your hand bandaged?" Abigail noticed the bruises and swelling on her right wrist and quickly searched in her backpack. "Let me wrap it for you. I was coming by earlier..."
"On the way, I bought gauze and ointment..."
"No need."
Abella didn't want to attract attention. Throughout today's competition, there were cameras pointing at them the whole time.
She didn't want to be the center of attention in the competition.
Abigail saw that she wasn't wrapping her hands, so she also took off the gauze, revealing her red and swollen hands.
"The medicine from last night wasn't enough."
"What?" Abigail didn't expect her to notice with just a glance, and quickly explained, "There wasn't much of the ointment left from last night..."
She still squeezed with all her might, only managing to squeeze out a little bit.
"But I bought new ones on the way here, so if your hand hurts later, let me know."
"Okay."
When they entered the main hall, Abigail showed the confirmation message of successful registration and exchanged it for two competition cards.
She was the designer number 16.
Abella was the assistant number 16.
They could only enter the main venue smoothly by swiping the cards along the way.
Abigail had come to such a sacred place for the first time, "There are so many people here, it's so beautiful..."
Abella glanced at the sign, "This way."
Numbers 1-20 are in Rest Area A.
At this time, there were only a few designers and assistants in Rest Area A. As soon as Abigail entered, she heard someone calling her name.
"Abigail? What are you doing here?!"
Abigail turned to where the voice came from, equally displeased, "Blair?"
"You're really bold, daring to come anywhere when you're so poor."
Wearing a gorgeous dress, Blair came arrogantly in front of Abigail, wanting to take revenge for last time. When she raised her hand, she saw Abella standing next to her.
Her raised hand could only awkwardly retract.
"Just another one of our defeated underlings!" Blair didn't dare to touch them, so she resorted to verbal attacks, "Don't cry if you lose later!"
"Hmph, you’ll be the one crying!" Abigail mustered up her courage and bravely retorted, "How dare someone who doesn't even understand design come here to make up the numbers?"
"Me? Come here to make up the numbers?" Blair sneered, "Who told you I came to participate in the competition?"
"You didn't?" Abigail looked at her suspiciously.
"Not everyone is like you, putting so much effort to achieve a rank. What you desperately want, is something I casually discard."
"Then why did you come?" Abigail challenged.
"Are you healed from last time?" Abella coldly reminded, "Is the pain gone?"
"You, both of you..." Blair glared at them fiercely and angrily left.
The surrounding designers were dumbfounded. The injury from last time? What does that mean? Did Miss Parsons get beaten up by them last time?
Was it Abigail and her assistant?
Oh my goodness...
This could be explosive news!
Designer number 1 saw Blair sulking back to her seat and quickly brought a cup of coffee over, "Miss, here’s your coffee."
"Mm..." Blair had just taken a sip when she spilled the coffee on the designer's clothes, "Do you want to scald me to death?"
"I'm sorry..." Designer number 1 was terrified and didn't even care about their own scalded self.
"Hurriedly apologizing, 'I forgot to remind you, this is brewed with water from Google...'"
"Get lost!" Blair's mood instantly soured.
The second designer quickly presented the dessert he brought, "Miss Parsons, have something to eat? I heard that eating sweets can improve one's mood."
"Early in the morning? Do you want to make me sick or fat? Are you trying to seduce me to be my boyfriend now that I've become ugly?"
The second designer was startled and quickly apologized, "Miss Parsons, you have misunderstood, I definitely didn't mean that..."
"What kind of stuff did you invite me to eat, something bought by the roadside?" Blair glanced at the dessert's brand, not knowing which small place produced it, and impatiently shouted, "Go away!"
"Miss Parsons, the competition hasn't started yet, let me massage your shoulders," the third designer approached gently.
"You know how to please!" Blair was pressed by her twice, and her anger flared up again. "Didn't you eat breakfast this morning? You're so light, scratching me?"
The third designer quickly increased the strength.
"Ah..." Blair pushed her away suddenly.
The third designer couldn't maintain her balance and crashed into the wall, in pain.
"Are you looking for trouble? I see you deliberately causing me pain, taking it out on me! All of you, get out of here!"
The fourth designer approached cautiously, holding a small fan. "Miss Parsons, please calm down, it's a bit hot here, let me fan you?"
"What's there to fan? Do you want to mess up my hair? Go away!" Blair glanced at them with displeasure, "If I don't make it to the top ten this time and can't surpass Abigail, just roll up and leave, the company doesn't hire idle people!"
"Yes, Miss Parsons."
Although the four designers were full of grievances, they had to lower their heads as they were under Blair's roof.
"I understand..." Abigail figured it out, "Even though this time the designers participated in the competition individually, many companies require their own designers to sign up. If they don't achieve high rankings, they might face a pay cut or be fired."
Abigail looked at the commotion over there and said to Abella, "Those four designers work at Parsons' clothing company, so they probably endure a lot of Blair's temper on a regular basis."
Blair was stubborn, capricious, and excessive!
"The competition is about to start." Abella didn't have the habit of watching the excitement, "Take a rest for a while, I'll go to the bathroom."
"I'll come too." Abigail didn't want to stay here and watch Blair's arrogant appearance, so she followed Abella and left.
Just as Abella came out of the restroom, someone exclaimed.
"Abella?"
Hearing the voice, Abella naturally knew who it was, she didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, finished washing her hands, and was about to leave.
"Miss Isla, do you know her?" Designer number 9, who came with Isla, noticed the hatred in Isla's eyes when she looked at that girl. It seemed that they not only knew each other but also had a grudge.
"You caused me to be discredited, are you happy?" Isla growled.
Abella's path was blocked. Abella glanced lazily at the person who had approached her without knowing any better and said, "It's not pleasant to see you hopping around here... Seems like the last incident didn't teach you a lesson."
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