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The two-day live broadcast kicked off with a bang. The production team aimed to create a buzz by streaming Phoenix's every move, putting her squarely in the spotlight. Emma, as a special guest, didn't need to be on camera all the time. She only had to pop in occasionally to check on each contestant's progress.
Emma carried herself with professionalism and fairness on the competition floor.
She didn't just focus on Phoenix; she made her rounds to each contestant's workstation, patiently offering guidance. Her tone was always gentle yet professional, making every contestant feel respected and supported.
"Ms. Banks, your design is really creative, but if you refine the details a bit more, it'll look even better," Emma said with a smile to a young contestant.
"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind!" The contestant nodded gratefully, eyes full of admiration.
Next, Emma approached another contestant, carefully examining his design sketch. "Mr. Warren, your color scheme has great depth, but you might consider adding some metallic elements to give it more texture."
"Your advice is fantastic, and I'll try that right away!" the contestant responded excitedly.
Every time Emma appeared, the contestants felt encouraged. Her expertise and warmth won everyone's affection, and they all remarked, "Emma is so professional and kind. It's such a privilege to be guided by her!"
Of course, Emma didn't neglect Phoenix. She would occasionally stop by Phoenix's workstation, saying, "Phoenix, you might want to adjust the combination of these design elements, and the colors could be a bit softer."
Although Phoenix was seething inside, she had learned her lesson and didn't confront Emma as she had before. Instead, she feigned humility and said, "Thank you for the advice; I'll keep that in mind."
Emma smiled slightly, a barely noticeable hint of coldness in her eyes, thinking to herself, 'Phoenix, do you really think acting all obedient can hide your ignorance?'
Viewers in the live chat praised Emma's grace and professionalism.
[Emma is truly beautiful inside and out, so patient with every contestant. No wonder she's a top designer!]
[Looks like Phoenix has learned her lesson and isn't targeting Emma anymore. Maybe she finally realizes she's out of her league.]
[Emma's guidance is so professional. Every contestant benefits greatly from it. No wonder everyone loves her!]
However, Phoenix's performance was a disaster. She had no clue about jewelry design and couldn't even distinguish the basic tools. On camera, she fumbled with the materials, making numerous mistakes and becoming the laughing stock of everyone watching.
"What is Phoenix doing? She can't even use the cutting tools?"
"Oh my god, her gemstone color combinations are hideous. It's nauseating!"
"How did someone like her get into the competition? What a waste of a spot!"
Phoenix's face flushed with embarrassment as she heard the whispers of the other contestants and staff. She gritted her teeth, vowing silently, 'Emma, you're making me look like a fool on purpose. I won't let you get away with this!'
Little did she know, Emma's guidance and attention were precisely to expose her ignorance and incompetence on camera.
The viewers' ridicule of Phoenix grew more intense, with some even starting a petition to have her disqualified. However, the petition's visibility was quickly suppressed, and related discussions were swiftly deleted.
Emma sensed the conspiracy behind this. Standing by the window in the break room, she sipped her coffee, a hint of coldness in her eyes as she pondered, "Someone acted quickly. Could it be Phoenix's backers making a move?"
She took another sip of her coffee, her gaze steely. "Phoenix, it seems your supporters are not to be underestimated. But this game is far from over."
As dusk fell, George was about to enter the competition venue to pick up Emma. At the entrance, he encountered Michael. Dressed in a dark suit, Michael's expression was stern, with a faint, challenging smile on his lips.
"George, long time no see," Michael said coolly, his tone laced with provocation.
George stopped, his gaze icy. "Michael, what do you want?"
Michael chuckled, looking George straight in the eye. "I've set everything in motion. You'd better cherish your remaining time with Emma. I won't let you have her."
George's face turned darkened, his voice cold and firm. "Emma is my wife, and she always will be. Michael, you'd better not get any ideas about her."
Michael smirked, his eyes full of determination. "Is that so? We'll see about that."
The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with an invisible threat. George said no more and walked into the venue.
As soon as he entered, George's eyes locked onto Emma. She was standing by the window, holding a cup of coffee. His gaze softened instantly, and he quickly walked over to her.
"Emma, you've worked hard. I'm here to take you home," George said, his voice full of affection.
Emma turned around, her face lighting up with a warm smile when she saw George. "George, what are you doing here?"
George gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch tender as if afraid to break a precious treasure. "You've been working all day. I should come to pick you up. Besides, you stayed up late last night working on your design, and you've been working so hard today. You'd probably skip dinner if I didn't show up."
Emma was momentarily taken aback, then laughed. "How did you know I stayed up late? I turned off the lights, thinking you wouldn't notice."
George raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly exasperated. "You turned off the lights, but the coffee machine in the study was still running. And you always drink an extra cup of black coffee the morning after you stay up late. Today was no exception, right?"
Emma blinked, surprised. "You even know that?"
George chuckled, gently pinching her cheek. "I know everything about you. For instance, you like half a spoon of sugar in your coffee but never add milk. When you draw, you rest your chin on your left hand, and when you think, you bite your lip. And when you're tired, you rub your temples, thinking I don't notice."
Emma blushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "You observe too closely."
George's eyes were warm, his tone teasing. "If I didn't, how could I take good care of you? You're my treasure. If I don't spoil you, who will?"
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