Chapter 244 Accused of Cheating
Gregory orderes, "Check it out! I want to see who has the guts to mess with my woman."
Even over the phone, Leo could feel Gregory's anger.
After hanging up, he reached out to touch his arm and found it had gone cold.
It seemed someone was in trouble.
On stage, Abigail was still focused on her design sketch. She didn't have much time left.
Half an hour to create an outstanding piece was incredibly difficult.
Everyone who came to compete here was formidable, and Abigail didn't underestimate them.
As the countdown approached, everyone watching the competition held their breath and focused on Abigail's monitor.
Even though they knew it was nearly impossible to complete a piece in half an hour, they were still worried for Abigail.
When the countdown reached the last ten seconds, Abigail still hadn't stopped drawing.
People shook their heads, thinking there was no hope, and shifted their attention to others.
Olivia had been watching Abigail out of the corner of her eye. Seeing her still drawing, she relaxed.
It seemed there was no suspense in this competition and she was sure to win!
At that moment, the staff's voice rang out. "Let's start the countdown: 3, 2, 1! Contestants, please put down your pens."
As the countdown ended, Abigail stopped her pen at the last second.
She let out a long breath and looked toward the audience, immediately spotting Gregory.
Even sitting in the crowd, he was still dazzling and impossible to ignore.
Meeting Gregory's gaze, Abigail smiled charmingly.
Many in the audience were captivated by this scene.
Two young men sitting next to Gregory screamed excitedly.
"Is my goddess looking at me?"
"Nonsense, she's looking at me!"
"Stop dreaming and go look in the mirror. How could the goddess be interested in you?"
Hearing their discussion, Gregory's face darkened. His eyes narrowed, releasing a dangerous glint.
Goddess?
That was his wife!
She belonged to him, and no one else had the right to covet her!
As the two men excitedly discussed, they suddenly felt the air around them grow colder.
One couldn't help but touch his neck and mutter, "Do you feel like it's getting colder?"
The other adjusted his clothes and glanced at the air conditioner, saying, "It's set to 78 degrees, not low at all."
They had no idea that the cause of this was sitting right next to them, looking grim.
On stage, the staff collected all the design sketches and handed them to the judges.
The judges gathered to review and discuss.
As they flipped through the sketches, they nodded in satisfaction. "The designers in this competition are quite good, and their works are excellent."
"Yes, there are so many talented people!"
One judge looked at a well-dressed, stylish man sitting in the center, commenting, "Louis, this piece seems to resemble your style from years ago."
Louis looked over and immediately smiled.
He praised, "Indeed, this is quite good. What's this designer's name?"
"I think it's Olivia?" The person was excited that Louis responded and continued, "It seems this young lady will be our champion. To be so outstanding at such a young age, her future is surely bright!"
Just as Louis was about to say something, a cold female voice interrupted, "Mr. Sohlz, it's best not to jump to conclusions before seeing everything."
The speaker was Circe Fairchild, founder of a fashion company, known for her cold and sharp demeanor.
Mr. Sohlz's face stiffened. "Ms. Fairchild, I'm just stating the facts. Can you find a piece better than Olivia's?"
"Why don't you keep looking, Mr. Sohlz?" Circe gave him a cold glance, as if seeing through all his thoughts.
Under her icy gaze, Mr. Sohlz felt uneasy.
Lacking confidence, he stubbornly said, "Let's see, I don't believe anyone can design a better piece than Olivia's."
As soon as he finished speaking, he froze.
Mr. Sohlz stared at the design in front of him, his pupils contracting in disbelief.
Seeing his silence, the others quickly gathered around.
When they saw the exquisite design, everyone was shocked.
'How is this possible? Could someone really design such an excellent piece in just half an hour?'
No one could honestly claim that Abigail's work was inferior. It was simply too strong!
Thomas, who had been silent, excitedly picked up the drawing and couldn't help but laugh. "This is the true level of my student!"
He emphasized "my student," as if afraid others wouldn't know.
The other judges looked at Thomas with a hint of jealousy.
The competition's champion was almost certain.
At that moment, Louis suddenly spoke, "I don't believe anyone could create such an excellent piece in such a short time. Was there cheating involved?"
He didn't lower his voice, so not only the judges but also the nearby audience heard him.
Everyone looked at each other, puzzled. 'Who cheated?'
Did someone dare cheat in such a major competition? Didn't they want to stay in the industry?
Hearing this, Thomas's face darkened, glaring at Louis. "Mr. Anderson, don't make accusations without evidence."
Circe also chimed in, as sharp-tongued as ever. "You doubt others' abilities because you lack them yourself? How did I not notice your shamelessness before?"
Louis's face stiffened, feeling embarrassed, and he glared at Circe. "Am I not stating the truth? If she really cheated, it would ruin the entire industry!"
Mentioning the whole industry, everyone fell silent.
Even Thomas, who supported Abigail, hesitated.
In the fashion design industry, copyright disputes were common.
If Abigail cheated once, she might do it again.
Seeing everyone silent, Louis smiled. "In that case, Olivia's work is the best. Not only is it unique, but it also incorporates many of her clever ideas. Such a piece deserves the champion title."
Circe frowned, suspiciously looking at Louis. "There's no evidence that Abigail's work has issues. Shouldn't the champion be the best?"
Louis was taken aback, then defended, "I'm doing this for our industry..."
"Spare me that. If you accuse her of cheating, provide evidence. If not, shut up!" Circe reprimanded.
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