Chapter 418 Revenge
"You...!"
The faces of the young people turned pale.
The onlookers around them suppressed their laughter.
"Now, let's welcome the top ten designers of this final competition and congratulate them on advancing directly to the grand finale!" The host's voice pulled everyone's attention back.
"Just wait and see!" Susan's friends scoffed and made threatening remarks.
Ten men and women took the stage one by one, with most having Western faces, each wearing a distinctive competition number on their waist.
“For second place, it’s contestant Number 5, Susan!”
Susan's expression soured as she forced a smile from the second position.
The smile froze on the faces of the socialites and the wealthy second generation individuals, whispered under their breath:
"Could they have made a mistake? Susan second place...?"
"Who's number 19? I've never seen them before."
"Surely Susan should be first..."
This was truly embarrassing on an international level.
Several people next to them burst into laughter, applauding sincerely for these exceptional designers today.
Almost the whole venue joined in the celebration and applause, except for the corner where Natalie was, which seemed out of place.
Natalie and Arthur stared blankly at the woman occupying the first position.
She had delicate features and a tranquil temperament, standing on the stage without a trace of happiness or anger.
She was not tall, barely reaching a height of 5 feet 3 inches, wearing a color-blocked suit that wasn’t available in the market. It must have been one of her designs.
"Flora..." Natalie unconsciously murmured, turning to look at Arthur.
The man seemed frozen in place, not daring to blink his eyes, fearing that the woman's face on the stage would change or disappear if he did.
His hand resting on his thigh unconsciously trembled with intensity, as if desperately trying to keep his emotions under control.
"Mama! My mama!" Tina jumped up happily, proudly pointing at Flora. "That's my mama!"
‘Mama is in first place! Mama won the award!’ Tina thought proudly.
At the same time, with great enthusiasm, the host announced, "Congratulations to Miss Wine, the first-place winner of this final competition!"
After the results were announced, the top ten designers who had advanced directly expressed their thoughts, mostly focusing on their design philosophy and life experiences. As each person stepped down from the stage, they congratulated Wine on her winning the first place.
"Wine, you're amazing!"
"Wine, you're so good-looking! I like you very much, hahaha!"
"Wine, no wonder you're Eric's student. The way you handled the waist of that skirt was amazing! Admirable!"
Everyone was using English, occasionally mixing in some French, and communication was effortless.
Wine smiled and thanked everyone for their congratulations. She doesn’t seem to be too modest nor did she seem arrogant.
Every movement was perfectly executed, giving people the feeling that she was naturally excellent.
"Wine, you've never appeared publicly before. What made you decide to show up and participate in this competition?" someone asked.
The Designer's competition didn't require designers to make a public appearance. As long as the design and production process were independently done by the designer, it was sufficient. There have been cases in the past where designers didn't show up.
"Because…" the serene and gentle woman glanced discreetly at Susan, and with a generous smile, she replied to everyone, "It's time."
‘What does she mean by “it’s time”?’
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what was going on.
"Susan, what's wrong with you?" Apart from Wine, who had never appeared before, the other nine designers who made it to the next round were familiar with each other. One of them asked Susan.
"I... I'm fine, just stayed up late working on my designs. Feeling a bit tired," Susan complexion had visibly turned pale. Her complexion had been poor since the Flora appeared.
Obviously, it wasn't because she was tired from staying up late.
During the period of secluded design and clothing production, Flora did not make an appearance. It was only tonight that she showed up, and Susan was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
She had been shocked as she looked at Flora, mixed with fear. Her tremors were unseen by others, she had struggled to hide any significant anomalies when she went on stage.
No one else suspected anything; Susan hadn't been discreet during her time studying in France. Everyone knew that Susan was a pampered lady from a wealthy family, delicate in health, as most women were.
Thinking about this, someone couldn't help but compare Susan to Wine, as if Wine hadn't gone through as much trouble as Susan. Who wasn't rushing to complete their designs overnight? She was the only one complaining about being tired.
Wasn't everyone tired too?
The second round and those who directly advanced had no relation. The ten of them could temporarily "step out" until the finals, when they would "seclude" themselves again.
Susan made an excuse to leave first.
"How about I treat everyone to dinner tomorrow? I know Paykston quite well," Flora offered graciously.
The group of people agreed readily, and upon hearing this, they each went back to their rooms to rest, ready to explore Paykston early the next morning.
The group of people who were previously unacquainted with Flora immediately developed a favorable impression of her.
"Did Susan have anything to say to me?"
Susan entered the room and grabbed her bag before walking hurriedly towards the parking lot, as if escaping for her life. But as soon as she got off the elevator, she saw Flora standing by her Ferrari, leaning against the front of the car, and smiling at her in a nonchalant pose.
Flora's features were undoubtedly serene and delicate, and her smile was gentle enough. However, Susan couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine as if an invisible menacing aura was reaching out for her.
"Susan, do you still remember me? My real name is Flora!"
"You...you..." Susan's face turned pale in an instant.
"Why am I still alive? Isn’t that what you’d like to ask me, Susan?" Flora continued with a smile, taking a step towards Susan. "Wasn't I supposed to be dead? Is that right?"
The sound of high heels clicking on the ground echoed through the empty parking area, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Who are you? Who are you really?" Susan unconsciously took a step back, clutching her bag nervously with both hands.
That moment, the parking lot was devoid of any other souls, and only the two of them could be heard, their voices carrying echoes throughout the place with each word.
Susan didn't know what came over her, shaking her head in terror and raising her voice almost like a scream, "You are not Flora, you are not her! She...she was such a timid person and she couldn't even say a word in front of me.
"She would never dare to talk to me like this, you are not her... who are you?!!! Who are you, honestly?!!! She's dead, she's already dead in the sea! Who are you?!"
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