Chapter 449 Double Payback Tonight
After all the commotion earlier, Gregory couldn't stop feeling hot all over.
His body was also undergoing uncontrollable changes. Seeing that he was about to continue, Abigail quickly stopped him, saying, "We're going to be late."
Gregory paused, his deep eyes filled with frustration.
He looked at Abigail resentfully and snorted, "I'll let you off this time, but I'll make up for it double tonight."
Abigail shrank her neck and agreed with a smile. "Alright, up to you. But now, we're about to be late."
Her last bit of drowsiness disappeared, and she quickly brushed her teeth, washed up, changed clothes, and went downstairs.
Gregory had an impromptu video conference, so he didn't go with them.
Abigail and Lily took a separate car with Leo driving, as Gregory felt assured by Leo's steady and reliable nature.
At the competition venue, contestants from around the world gathered, including over a hundred from Capitise who had advanced through multiple rounds of selection. Success or failure hinged on this moment.
Everyone took this competition very seriously.
Abigail stood in the hall, waiting for the competition to start.
After a while, a familiar voice came from behind, low and gentle, filled with tenderness. "Abigail, long time no see."
Abigail turned her head and looked carefully, her brows furrowing slightly. "What are you doing here?"
The person was none other than Tom, missing for a long time. In a white casual suit with rolled-up sleeves, his well-defined arm and handsome face glowed under the crystal chandelier, captivating every gaze.
Anyone could see that he exuded the elegance of a nobleman in every gesture.
But only Abigail knew how terrifying Tom could be when he went crazy.
Tom shrugged and answered with a smile, "Of course, I'm here to compete. I made it to the finals step by step, and this isn't DM or Capitise. Mrs. White wouldn't forbid me from participating, would you?"
Abigail looked at him, a faint smile slowly forming on her lips. "Of course not, I'm just a bit surprised. After all, StyleSpark hasn't been doing well lately. I thought you'd be too busy to come abroad."
Tom's face stiffened, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.
After his identity as StyleSpark's president was revealed, the company was targeted: suppliers cut ties, investors withdrew, and product quality suffered. Faced with these challenges and significant losses, he had been absent from Gregory and Abigail's lives.
Thinking of this, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, humiliation flashing across his face.
He sneered, his eyes gradually turning sinister. "Do you think this can bring me down? How naive."
Abigail looked at him and said word by word, "Believe it or not, neither Gregory nor I have ever thought of defeating you."
Seeing Tom's sullen face, she added, "Because we've never considered you a formidable opponent. You're not worthy!"
With that, she turned and left without looking back.
She knew Tom had misunderstandings about Gregory, even involving grudges from the previous generation.
No matter how much she tried to persuade him, he wouldn't come to his senses.
Since that was the case, there was no need to be polite.
Tom stared intently at Abigail's departing figure, his eyes narrowing, a sharp glint of coldness flashing in them.
He thought, 'Abigail, you're good. Then don't blame me for being ruthless!'
Unaware of Tom's plotting, Abigail quickly put it out of her mind as the competition was starting.
The host took the stage and announced the rules for the finals.
Each designer would be assigned a separate room to complete their design sketches and list all the fabrics and decorations they needed. The organizers would provide the items based on this list.
This was to ensure fairness and impartiality in the competition.
Abigail's spacious room 3012, at the far corner of the third floor, featured a dedicated workbench for sketching, a bathroom, a bed, and a sofa for resting when tired or unwell—a very humane setup.
Each room had cameras, covering almost every angle except the bathroom.
When the host announced "the competition begins," Abigail immediately picked up her pen.
The audience could see all the camera feeds on the big screen on stage.
Sketching the design was a long process.
After hours of waiting, someone finally finished and rang the bell. Abigail, however, took a different approach, sketching slowly. Those who knew her well watched her camera feed intently, hearts tense, speculating she had hit a design bottleneck.
But Abigail, who was the center of attention, kept her head down, her hands moving continuously.
Soon, the countdown reminder sounded.
Abigail finally looked up, then quickened her pace.
Just as everyone was worrying about her, with three seconds left on the countdown, Abigail finally finished the last stroke and put down her pen.
The audience applauded and cheered, breathing a sigh of relief.
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