Chapter 248 Champion
Thomas, always upright, was so furious that his chest heaved violently. Pointing at Louis, he angrily scolded, "You're such a fool! Cheating is absolutely forbidden. Aren't you ruining your future?"
Louis was so berated that he couldn't lift his head, pursing his lips without saying a word.
At that time, he had just been drinking, and with Olivia being particularly proactive and enthusiastic that night, he got carried away and agreed to everything.
He did regret it, but once something like this happened, there was no turning back.
Olivia was even more terrified, her face ashen, almost devoid of any color.
Seeing the disappointed and disgusted looks from the audience, she knew she was done for!
Everything was over!
She had come here just to get back at Abigail, but she hadn't expected to ruin her own reputation in the process.
In a daze, a cold and stern voice suddenly rang in her ears. "After a unanimous decision by the organizers and judges, Olivia is disqualified from the competition, and Louis will no longer be employed as a judge."
As soon as the announcement was made, many of Louis's fans were very upset.
They never expected that their idol would do something like cheating, and for a woman no less! It was simply intolerable!
Someone couldn't help but curse, "Louis, you don't deserve to be a judge!"
"I can't believe you're this kind of person. What a waste of my admiration for you all this time!"
"I used to scrimp and save every month to buy your custom clothes, and now I just want to go home and throw them away!"
The scene was in complete chaos.
Thomas looked at the noisy crowd and quickly raised the microphone to calm everyone down.
However, no one listened.
It wasn't until Louis and Olivia hurriedly left that the crowd finally quieted down.
After the event, Abigail looked at the trophy in her hand, feeling both like crying and laughing.
What happened today had caught her completely off guard.
One farce after another had left her physically and mentally exhausted.
Gregory put his arm around her shoulder and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry? I had the chef prepare a lot of your favorite dishes. Let's go home."
"Okay, let's go home." Abigail smiled slightly, leaning into Gregory's embrace, ready to leave.
Just then, a clear and cold voice suddenly called out from behind, "Wait a minute."
Abigail turned around to see Circe walking over in high heels.
"Ms. Fairchild, is there something you need?" Abigail asked.
A smile appeared on Circe's cold and beautiful face as she warmly said, "Ms. Martin, I have high hopes for you. In your work, I see qualities that many designers lack."
Abigail was momentarily stunned, then smiled and thanked her, "Thank you for the compliment. I will continue to work hard."
Circe nodded in satisfaction and continued, "I came to ask if you would be interested in collaborating with Zenith Innovations Group."
Abigail's eyes widened slightly, filled with surprise. "Ms. Fairchild, are you serious?"
Zenith Innovations Group was a clothing company founded by Circe five years ago, and it had become quite famous domestically.
Although it wasn't as well-known as DM, it was very popular among young people.
Circe said, "I wouldn't joke about something like this. Ms. Martin, you can think it over. Here's my business card."
As she spoke, she took a business card from her bag and handed it over.
Abigail took it excitedly, nodding with a smile. "I will definitely consider it seriously. Thank you for giving DM this opportunity, Ms. Fairchild."
Even after getting into the car, Abigail's excitement hadn't subsided.
Gregory looked at her helplessly. "Are you that happy?"
Abigail replied, "Of course! Zenith Innovations Group is an amazing clothing company. I believe that if we can collaborate, DM will have even greater development."
Gregory chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Things will only get better from here."
"Yes, I think so too." Abigail snuggled into his arms, her slender arms tightly wrapped around his waist, gently nuzzling against him.
Only in front of Gregory did she feel so relaxed.
Gregory's arms tightened around her, secretly thinking that the collaboration between the White Group and DM needed to be expedited.
Otherwise, his image in Abigail's heart might be overshadowed.
When they got home, Abigail was surprised to find that they had guests.
As soon as she stepped through the door, a cheer erupted from inside, "Welcome home, our champion!"
Immediately, many petals were scattered over Abigail and Gregory.
Abigail blinked and looked at Gregory. "Mr. White, did you arrange this?"
Before Gregory could speak, Henry interjected discontentedly, "Abigail, don't be so biased. It was Quinn, Tricia, and I who came to celebrate. It has nothing to do with Gregory!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gregory's cold and sharp gaze swept over.
Henry shrank his neck guiltily, his voice losing confidence. "It was Gregory who first informed us to prepare a surprise for you!"
Tricia quickly added, "But all these petals and gifts were bought by us, and we decorated the villa ourselves."
After Henry and Tricia finished speaking, they turned their gaze to the silent Quinn.
Meeting their gaze, Quinn pursed his lips and took out a prepared gift, saying, "Congratulations on winning the championship. This is my gift to you."
Although Quinn spoke little, his eyes were always on Abigail, with a hint of barely noticeable nervousness.
Abigail hadn't expected a gift, and her eyes became a bit moist.
She glanced at Gregory, and seeing him nod, she reached out to accept it. "Thank you, Quinn."
"You're welcome." Quinn nodded slightly, then lowered his eyes, hiding the fleeting tenderness in them.
Henry glared at him fiercely. "Quinn, that's too much! We agreed to give the gift together!"
With that, he quickly handed over his own gift.
For a moment, the living room was very lively.
Abigail held the gifts, feeling a bit dazed, her legs feeling like jelly, as if she were living in a dream.
It felt somewhat unreal.
Until Gregory reminded her, "Don't just stand there. Weren't you hungry? Go eat."
Abigail finally came to her senses, handed the gifts to Ralph, washed her hands, and sat at the dining table.
Henry, as usual, livened up the atmosphere. "I'm starving. If you had come any later, I might have fainted from hunger!"
Tricia rolled her eyes and mocked, "People always say that wealthy and noble young men are elegant and tasteful, but you're an exception."
Henry's wolfing down paused slightly, and he cleared his throat, sitting up straight. "Who told you I lack the elegance and taste of a noble young man? You clearly have no taste!"
"What kind of demeanor is that? Truly elegant people are..." Halfway through her sentence, she abruptly stopped.
Tricia pursed her lips and said no more, just focused on eating.
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