Chapter 721 Living Together!
Natalie also felt a bit embarrassed about this. But embarrassment should not diminish her authority. At the very least, she couldn't let those waving hands make a fool of themselves.
"The organizers haven't spoken yet, so what right does a host like you have to speak?" Natalie chuckled lightly. "Miss Nora can just put on her glasses and see which of those prominent individuals on the other side would be embarrassing if pulled out."
Nora actually took a glance...
They were all wealthy young masters from famous families in Paykston.
"What's the use of those who don't want to do anything? Simon hasn't even come to see you," Nora retorted.
Oliver had originally planned to come, but the company recently had a major merger and Natalie told him not to come. After all, she was just sitting and scoring, not going on stage or saying more than a few words. So Oliver didn't show up in the end.
Natalie turned her head slightly and smiled tenderly. "That's probably because he doesn't want to see you."
"Natalie, you!"
"Nora, control your expression. You should be aware of the situation in the country. Be careful that your distorted face doesn't become tomorrow's hot search topic," Natalie timely reminded her to shut up and fix her eye-catching expression.
There was a momentary distortion in Nora's expression. She desperately wanted to get angry but had to maintain a smile.
Natalie hooked her lips pleasantly.
Over a year ago, Natalie was also a participant in this professional competition. Now she had become a mentor, and her past experiences allowed her to empathize with these young lives and respect them even more.
She tried her best to be fair and just, including toward the red rose who had targeted her.
Objectively speaking, that red rose had excellent professional skills and performed very well today. Natalie gave her a good score.
An hour later, all the contestants finished their performances on stage, and the organizers started calculating scores and ranking them. This free time was when the mentors would give their speeches.
With a hundred people participating in the first round, it was obviously unrealistic to provide a review for each individual. So the mentors chose to evaluate on a more general level.
As the host, Nora gave her concluding remarks: "The contestants in this round are all very outstanding, including a few with unique styles. However, I also hope that these contestants don't try to be too unconventional, just like Natalie's style..."
Nora paused here and looked at Natalie, her expression seemingly difficult to describe, as if she was afraid of offending someone.
Natalie glanced sideways, waiting for her performance.
She didn't believe Nora would not continue speaking.
It was apparent that Nora's hesitation was meant to grab people's attention.
And she did succeed. Countless eyes followed Nora's gaze to the mentor seat, where Natalie was sitting.
Nora shrugged helplessly and said with a smile, "Maybe Natalie just likes to be special. She didn't stay with the rest of us in the accommodations arranged by the organizers. She even had personalized meals delivered every day. But it doesn't really matter."
The last sentence, "it doesn't really matter," was a classic move of being an opportunist. While giving people eye drops, she presents herself as understanding and empathetic.
As Nora finished speaking, all the audience looked at Natalie.
Natalie could only see the reactions of a few front-row spectators.
Some sniffed disdainfully, some whispered and discussed among themselves, and some pointed fingers.
Nora, standing in the center of the stage, unconsciously widened her smile, feeling refreshed. Turning around, she glanced at Natalie with a sense of satisfaction.
Because as a mentor, Natalie no longer had a chance to speak. Whatever he said would only be able to be refuted after the end of this competition.
By then, news of Natalie's lack of professionalism had already spread throughout the fashion circle. No matter how much Natalie said, it would be in vain!
Even if Natalie could explain, what she said was all true, without any falsification!
Nora believed that all of this was Natalie's own doing.
And at this moment, in the audience.
The second-generation rich led by Barrett Mia's eyes lit up!
Meals being delivered?!
Who is delivering them?
Ah, could it be Mr. Windsor!
It must be Mr. Windsor. If it were someone else, could Mr. Windsor tolerate it?
Of course not!
Wait, it seems there is also cohabitation!
Cohabitation!!
Natalie is cohabiting with Mr. Windsor!
The group of people's eyes sparkled.
They're getting together!
Mia quickly took a picture of Natalie sitting on the mentor seat with a gentle smile, and posted it in the CP group.
[CP Fan]: Someone at the "Supermodel" event broke the news that Natalie has meals delivered every day during the event.
[CP Fan]: Personally, I guess it's Mr. Windsor (if it's not Mr. Windsor, that person might not be alive anymore, after all, late treasure is Mr. Windsor's publicly pursued person)
The group exploded with screams of excitement, "Ah, ah, ah!"
Yes, yes!
It's true!
The second-generation rich folks searched around but couldn't find Oliver, so they decided to call Natalie.
The competition ended, the audience dispersed, and the mentors left the stage. Next was a party for the mentors and invited guests from Zone A, which took place in the mansion.
As Natalie walked backstage, she received a call from Mia: "Natalie, where are you?"
Natalie could hear the playful noises on Mia's end and realized she was with the other second-generation members.
Natalie said she was backstage, and Mia obediently hung up the phone.
Natalie felt a bit confused. Was that it?
"Miss Watson, change your shoes," Casey said, handing Natalie a pair of flat shoes and urging her to put them on.
Tonight was considered Natalie's public debut, and since she mostly sat during the show, she decided to switch to high heels at the last minute.
Nora sarcastically laughed, saying, "You're so dramatic. A model complaining about wearing high heels. How tiring!"
It was only tonight that Natalie changed her shoes; otherwise, she would have overshadowed the others on stage.
Natalie couldn't be bothered with her and chose to wear flat shoes for the sake of her leg's health.
"Natalie, what's going on with you?" Although Corkle didn't think there was anything wrong with Natalie wearing flat shoes, as what one wears is a personal choice, Natalie's change caught him off guard. In the past, whenever he saw Natalie, she always wore high heels, occasionally opting for block heels when feeling relaxed, but never flats like she does now.
"My leg was injured before, so now I need to take care of it. If I can avoid wearing high heels, I will," Natalie explained.
"Oh, I see!" Corkle sighed in relief. "I thought you were pregnant."
Natalie froze, her heart skipping a beat. She was surprised and puzzled as she asked, "Why would you think that?"
Casey's gaze subtly shifted between Corkle and Natalie.
Natalie froze, her heart skipping a beat. She was shocked by Corkle's speculation.
Lilian was so shocked that she almost jumped on the spot. "Natalie, are you pregnant? Do you have a baby?"
"...No!" Natalie lightly tapped the little girl's head. "Listen carefully. Are you chatting with your boyfriend? You're always playing with your phone."
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