A Night's Mistake: The Besotted CEO's Obsession

Chapter 77

'Don't be complacent. You were lucky to have someone to protect you before. But this time is different. I majored in design at Nexpry University," said Yolanda, looking at Cynthia with disdain. 'You must have heard of Nexpry University, one of the top universities in the world. Its design major is one of the best in the world, let alone in Clusia.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

'Plus, I have brought a lot of top-grade jewelry since I was a child, so I naturally know what those judges want. You, a country girl, want to surpass me in jewelry design? That's just ridiculous," Yolanda deliberately spoke loudly to showcase her abilities.

There were already whispers of admiration around them. "Ms. Wilde really is extraordinary." "That's right. She comes from a prestigious family but still strives for excellence. And she's studying at Nexpry University. Admission to that school is based on merit, not just wealth," the crowd kept gossiping.

Yolanda held her head high, thoroughly enjoying the praise from others.

Cynthia couldn't find any word to describe Yolanda.

'If you want to show off, please go somewhere else. I'm not interested in competing with you,' Cynthia said.

Then she took Queena to another corner.

Yolanda, feeling ignored, glared at Cynthia's back.

Just wait and see. I will definitely get revenge for what happened before, Yolanda determined in her heart.

From the distance, Roseanne kept an eye on them.

After these few days, it seemed like she had suddenly matured a lot.

Although she wanted nothing more than to destroy Cynthia, she knew she didn't have the power right now. All she could do was bide her time and gather strength.

Just now, when she saw the dispute between Cynthia and the daughter of the Wilde family, her eyes lit up with scheme.

Soon, it was time for the competition.

The host took the stage, holding seat numbers in hand. "Dear contestants, these are the seat numbers for this competition. To ensure fairness, we'll draw lots to determine seating. Please come up and draw in turns.""

Cynthia drew number eighteen, seated on the edge of the second row.

'Cynthia, I'm doomed,' Queena said with a grimace, showing Cynthia the slip of paper.

Written on it was a number five.

Right in the middle of the first row, directly under the eyes of the judges.

There was no chance of cheating.

What you fear would come to pass.

Holding back her laughter, Cynthia comforted, 'It doesn't matter where you sit, believe in yourself." The competition began.

The host took the stage with a blank sheet of paper and said, "This is the theme of this competition."

All the contestants were stunned. "There is nothing written on it. What's the theme?

'Did you forget to write it down?" someone asked.

The host smiled. "Please use your imagination. You have only half an hour. Good luck." Then the host stepped down.

The hall was in a mess. "How are we supposed to design with this?"

"Are they making fool of us?" another one complained.

Cynthia looked around at the frustrated faces and smiled faintly.

Then she lowered her head and began to think about her own design.

The theme seemed complex yet simple, depending on one's perspective.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Cynthia only managed to sketch out a rough concept.

When the time was up, some staff collected the design drafts.

Cynthia looked at the people around her. Some of them comprehended it quickly with a smile on their faces, and some comprehended it too late. Even if they knew what it meant later, they didn't have time to draw it.

At this time, Queena rushed over and asked, "How's your design, Cynthia?"

Cynthia wasn't completely confident. Concepts like these vary from person to person.

It all depended on how the judges interpreted them.

Before Cynthia could say anything, Queena continued, "I feel hopeless. Everyone else's papers have creative drawings, while I just drew something simple.'

Cynthia smiled faintly. "Now that the competition is over, just relax and wait for the result. Maybe your design will attract the attention of the judges."

'I hope so. I don't even dare to think about my ranking. I just want to make it to the final,' Queena replied.

Suddenly, the host on the stage spoke. 'All the contestants, the results of this competition will be announced tonight. To thank everyone for their support, our CEO will host a reception in the banquet hall on the second floor tonight, where the results will be announced. Please make sure to attend."

After saying that, the host looked towards a black glass wall beside the venue.

It seemed that there was some big shot there.

Cynthia was alert and also looked in that direction.

The glass wall was right next to her, but all she could see was her own reflection. She couldn't see inside at all.

But she felt that there must be someone inside.

However, it was normal for someone to supervise this kind of competition in the dark.

Cynthia didn't take it seriously.

Queena didn't want to go home when she heard that she had to stay here tonight.

He took Cynthia to go shopping.

Queena came from a wealthy family, and her spending level was naturally high.

She directly took Cynthia to a high-end shopping mall next to the hotel. This shopping mall belonged to the Stonebridge Group, where items easily cost tens of thousands.

Cynthia couldn't help but hold her wallet tightly.

When she was at the border, she didn't realize the importance of money until she lived here for two months.

She didn't dare to go out without money.

Queena didn't notice the embarrassment on Cynthia's face. She took her to a high-end women's wear brand.

She picked out two black body-hugging mini dress.

One for Cynthia and the other for herself.

"Cynthia, we are about the same age. This type of dress just suits girls like us.

"We each take one of these two dresses. We will look more like best friends, Queena said excitedly. Looking at the thin and short fabric in front of her, Cynthia hesitated. "It's so short, isn't that inappropriate?"

However, Queena directly stuffed the dress into Cynthia's hands, disdainfully remarking, "We're attending a banquet tonight. Are you sure you want to wear what you have on?'

"But this one is too short." said Cynthia, lifting the dress up.

"Come on, Cynthia. Just wear it along with me. My brother is usually strict with me, and my skirts are always below the knee. Today he is not here, so I have to try this spicy girl outfit.

'Besides, you usually wear casual clothes. It happens that your husband is not here today. Don't you want to break through yourself?" Queena kept persuading her.

Cynthia had no choice but to agree.

Looking at the price tag on the dress, she felt a pang of heartache.

But she had no choice. She couldn't resist when someone was being so affectionate towards her.

The two emerged from the fitting room after changing.

Queena's mouth was wide open.

She used her hand to measure around Cynthia's waist and asked in surprise, 'Is this really a human waist? You're like Betty Boop in real life.

Then she pinched Cynthia's buttocks again. "It's a waste to hide such a good figure in casual clothes every day."