Chapter 450 Come with us
The competition was judged by 10 judges from different countries, and the audience also had the right to vote.
So, the organizers displayed everyone's design drafts on the big screen one by one.
After a lengthy discussion, the judges and audience completed their scoring. The host then invited all the contestants onstage to announce the results.
The atmosphere quickly quieted down, and everyone was waiting in anticipation.
Whether by coincidence or not, Abigail happened to be standing right next to Tom.
Tom bent down slightly, leaned close to Abigail's ear, and whispered, "Do you think you can win this time?"
Abigail glanced at him sideways, displeased. "You should focus on yourself. Whether I win or not, it doesn't change the fact that DM is stronger than StyleSpark."
"You!" Tom was choked by her words, his face darkening.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his irritation, and said coldly, "If I win this time, StyleSpark's crisis will naturally be resolved easily. We'll see."
As soon as he finished speaking, the host's voice rang out. "Next, let's reveal the scores one by one."
The results were announced from lowest to highest. Only the top 30 received cash prizes, and only the top three were awarded trophies.
As each name was called, emotions ran high. Everyone held their breath, hoping their favorite designer would take the top spot.
The host soon announced the 10th place winner, an employee from DM. Usually not outstanding, he performed exceptionally well this time.
Next was an employee from StyleSpark, who did very well and whose design was eye-catching and attractive.
Seeing this, Tom couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Abigail. "At critical moments, you still have to rely on us at StyleSpark. Abigail, it's not too late to admit defeat now."
Abigail gave him a meaningful look and said slowly, "It's not over yet. What's the rush? You can't keep your cool at all. No wonder you can't compare to Gregory."
"Abigail!" Tom hated being compared to Gregory the most.
Abigail tilted her head slightly. "I'm just stating the facts. What? Are you angry because it's true?"
Tom took a deep breath and turned his head away from her.
At this moment, the host began to announce the third-place winner.
Currently, only Abigail, Tom, and a female designer from Sylvanor were left on stage.
The host paused for suspense. Abigail and Tom focused intently, waiting for the answer.
Unnoticed by anyone, Abigail took a deep breath and held it, her heart inexplicably starting to race.
The host smiled slightly and announced, "Our third place goes to—Wendy from Sylvanor!"
Applause erupted from the audience.
Without a doubt, the champion would be either Abigail or Tom.
The host couldn't help but marvel, "This year, the designers from Capitise are really strong, taking both the champion and runner-up positions. Finally, let's reveal the ultimate champion of this competition."
Tom raised his chin, showed a confident smile, and adjusted his slightly wrinkled suit, determined to win the championship.
However, in the next second, the host announced the result, and the real champion was not Tom but Abigail.
Tom's face darkened immediately.
But in front of so many people, he maintained his last bit of gentlemanly demeanor and didn't lose his temper on the spot.
Abigail held the trophy and raised an eyebrow at him, the provocation obvious.
Tom's face turned ugly, and after the award ceremony, he gave Abigail a deep look and left. "You wait, one day I will beat you."
Abigail kissed the trophy in front of him and said pointedly, "You better hurry then, or you might fall even further behind."
Tom's chest tightened, and he left with a dark face.
Abigail withdrew her gaze and, at the host's request, gave her acceptance speech.
After stepping off the stage, Abigail was immediately surrounded by DM employees.
"Mrs. White, you're amazing! I knew you could do it!"
"Great, with this honor, DM will definitely get better and better."
Abigail smiled and nodded, her eyes filled with undisguised emotion. "Thank you all. Today, I'm treating you to a big meal. Order whatever you want."
Then, everyone was instantly excited.
"Mrs. White, you're the best!"
"Thank you! We've been waiting for this!"
Abigail smiled helplessly. "Alright, let's hurry back. I need to share this good news with Gregory."
Everyone exchanged glances and looked at Abigail with teasing eyes.
One girl said, "You have such a good relationship. We used to hear that marriages in wealthy families were just business arrangements with no real feelings, but seeing you two, we know true love exists."
Abigail glared at her, "Hurry up and get in the car."
Everyone got into the car, laughing.
Abigail got into her car, yawned sleepily, and leaned back, dozing off. Just as she was about to fall asleep, the car suddenly braked sharply, tires screeching.
Abigail's body lurched forward uncontrollably, her forehead hitting the seat in front of her. She looked out the window in confusion. "What's going on?"
Leo's voice was serious. "Mrs. White, several cars have blocked our way."
Abigail looked out the window and saw several long black cars blocking their path.
At this moment, the car doors opened, and men in black suits and sunglasses, looking well-trained, stepped out.
The leader, with a full beard, knocked on the car window. "Mrs. White, please come with us."
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