Chapter 243 Malicious Interference
After saying what needed to be said, Abigail withdrew her gaze and no longer paid attention to Olivia.
For Abigail, the initial reason for marrying Gregory was never about money or status.
At first, she just wanted to get back at Roman and Jessica.
But later, everything Gregory did for her made her deeply infatuated.
She just fell in love with him.
Everything that followed was a natural progression.
Thinking of Gregory, Abigail couldn't help but smile, her dimples showing a hint of indescribable sweetness.
Many people who came to watch the competition couldn't help but be drawn to her.
Some reporters even picked up their cameras and aimed them at Abigail.
Olivia, standing nearby, took all this in, feeling a twinge of jealousy in her heart.
'God really is unfair; some people are born with the best of everything,' Olivia thought.
Abigail was born as the heir to the DM Group.
Even after being betrayed by Roman and abandoned by David, she was then cherished by Gregory.
But what about her? Thinking of her own experiences, a dark glint flashed in Olivia's eyes.
At that moment, a staff member's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Contestant number 23, has Jessica arrived?"
Hearing this, Abigail instinctively glanced around.
'Jessica is also participating in the competition?'
But despite the staff calling several times, Jessica never appeared.
Abigail frowned slightly; given Jessica's personality, she would never be late for something like this.
However, this didn't seem to have much to do with her. She quickly refocused her thoughts.
Moments later, the staff's voice rang out again. "The competition officially begins!"
As the words fell, all the contestants picked up the brushes on the table.
Olivia snapped back to reality, hurriedly picked up her brush, and glanced in a certain direction offstage.
A man sitting at the judges' table met her gaze and gave her a reassuring look.
Olivia's restless heart instantly calmed down, and she began to focus on her drawing.
On the other side, Abigail also focused on her drawing.
She was designing a French-style dress, and the dress in front of her gradually took shape under her pen.
This time, she was using elements of butterflies and roses.
The overall color scheme of the dress was black, with the black skirt symbolizing the endless night, and the vibrant red roses blooming in the night, dangerous yet carrying an extreme allure.
Abigail put down her brush, preparing to color the dress.
However, as she prepared to color, the liquid inside the pen flowed out as soon as the tip touched the drawing.
Abigail's pupils contracted, and she quickly threw the pen away.
But even so, ink still dripped onto the drawing.
A large stain appeared on the previously pristine paper.
This situation was almost entirely unexpected for Abigail.
She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and waved to the staff.
The staff quickly came over and asked, "Ms. Martin, what happened?"
Abigail's eyes were cold as she pointed to the pen she had thrown on the floor, which had left a puddle of ink, and questioned sternly, "Don't you check the tools before going on stage?"
The staff looked at the ruined drawing on Abigail's table, their face turning pale and apologized, "I'm really sorry, we usually check everything. I don't know why this happened."
Abigail glanced at her hand.
Her originally fair and slender fingers were now covered in stains, looking very conspicuous.
She instructed the staff, "Get me a new set of tools, and also bring a new sheet of paper and some wet wipes."
Perhaps it was because she had spent so much time with Gregory, or maybe she had gotten used to her role as a CEO, when Abigail spoke with a stern face, she unconsciously exuded a powerful aura.
This sense of oppression made the staff feel a wave of panic.
With a problem occurring at the competition site, she would definitely have her pay docked.
She quickly went backstage and brought back what Abigail needed as fast as she could.
"Ms. Martin, here are the things you asked for." She glanced at the countdown timer, realizing there was less than half an hour left, and her heart tightened. "Ms. Martin, is there enough time?"
Abigail looked at the time and frowned slightly.
It was indeed a bit tight.
But it wasn't a big problem.
Abigail looked up at the staff and reassured her in a low voice, "It's okay, it's not your fault. Just be more careful next time."
Hearing this, the staff breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Thank you, Ms. Martin, thank you so much."
She didn't dare waste any more of Abigail's time and quickly left.
Olivia had been paying attention to Abigail's side, and when she saw her drawing get ruined, a sly smile appeared on her lips.
'This is truly my lucky moment! Today's competition champion would undoubtedly be mine!' Olivia thought.'Even if Abigail became the CEO of DM, so what? She would still be ruthlessly stomped on, right?'
Everyone present, whether the judges or the audience, had the same thought.
With only half an hour left, it was almost impossible to create a perfect drawing!
Not to mention that a piece of work not only needed coloring, modifications, and adjustments.
The drawing process itself was definitely not something that could be done in one go.
The design industry relied on inspiration; without it, one couldn't move an inch.
Not to mention a young girl like Abigail in her twenties, even the top designers at home and abroad might not be able to redraw a piece in such a short time.
Everyone looked at the ruined drawing and shook their heads, showing expressions of regret and pity.
Because everyone knew that if that drawing hadn't been ruined, the champion would undoubtedly be Abigail!
Whether it was the creativity of the design, the color scheme, or the maturity of the brushstrokes, Abigail was on a different level compared to the other contestants.
Many who knew Abigail's true identity couldn't help but silently marvel, 'So this is the mysterious designer "DM" who became internationally famous with just one design! Her skills are indeed formidable!'
When Gregory finished his work and arrived at the scene, he saw many people in the audience discussing.
They were pointing at Abigail on stage, shaking their heads, and saying "what a pity."
Gregory's brows furrowed as he looked in Abigail's direction on stage.
Abigail didn't look up; she was focused on her drawing, her hands moving continuously.
The light shone on her, giving her a halo, making her look as if she was glowing.
With just one glance, Gregory couldn't look away.
His Abigail was still so excellent and dazzling.
However, Thinking of what he had just heard, a cold glint flashed in Gregory's eyes.
He sneered inwardly and took out his phone to send Leo a message: [Check if anything happened during the competition.]
Leo, waiting outside, received the message and immediately went backstage.
Amid the crowd's discussions, Leo quickly pieced together the whole story.
He hurriedly messaged Gregory, telling him everything he had found out: [Mr. White, someone deliberately messed with Mrs. White's pen, and now she's redoing her work.]
Although Gregory had already suspected this, seeing Leo's message still made him unable to suppress his anger.
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