Chapter 113
Yvonne became more convinced that Flora was just trying to scare her and had no evidence.
“Flora, I’m waming you, if you can’t present any evidence, then you’re just slandering me, and I won’t let you off easily”
Flora didn’t bother to continue the useless talk. She had given Yvonne a chance and Yvonne chose not to take it.
“Howell.”
She called out, and Howell hastily replied, “Yes, Ms. Flora, what can I do for you?”
Howell, who was usually as dignified and composed as his name suggested, had never been seen speaking to anyone in such a tone
before.
The judges‘ gaze shifted towards Flora, curiosity piqued. They wondered who this young lady was to command such respect from Howell to the point where he addressed her with such reverence.
Eden glanced at Flora and then at Yvonne on the stage, his mind beginning to race. Even as her mentor, he couldn’t be sure whether Yvonne had plagiarized or not. He was familiar with Yvonne’s design capabilities. Although she was exceptionally talented, this particular piece of clothing…
Indeed, it didn’t seem like something she could have designed.
At the time, for the sake of Yvonne securing a position in the competition, he hadn’t delved deeper. Design, after all, involved a bit of patching up here and there, but the premise was not to be discovered by the original creator.
On the stage, Kaylee’s face flushed with urgency and anger. She couldn’t stand to hear the things people were saying about Flora.
Flora was really amazing!
2 2 2 2 8 = PC 2
If she said Yvonne plagiarized, then Yvonne must have plagiarized.
“Don’t worry. Watch how Flora deals a blow” Rafael’s voice reached her ears. She turned to see Rafael looking calm and somewhat schadenfreude, though a flash of anger and hostility briefly crossed his eyes. The silver diamond earring on his right ear twinkled. Flora said to Howell, “Send a message to Teo from the National Design Institute.”
As for why Flora wouldn’t send it, she just couldn’t be bothered to unblock him.
“The National Design n Institute?”
“She knows someone from the National Design Institute!”
“My God… Teo, it can’t be the Teo I know!”
As soon as Flora spoke, the room erupted into chaos again.
Teo was the director of the National Design Institute.
He was a multiple award–winner internationally. Even the President had to address him respectfully.
Yet, here was Flora, casually mentioning Teo’s name with a look of disdain!
The live feed went wild.
[She must be the biggest show–off I’ve ever seen!]
I went and looked up Teo. Wow, he has a biography that is several thousand words long! How could a young girl possibly know such an esteemed national figure.]
[Big talker. Ugh, I can’t wait to see her get put in her place!]
Many thought Flora was lying, but a few of the judges were on edge. They didn’t believe Flora, but they couldn’t disbelieve Howell either. They noticed Howell’s attitude towards Flors, so her identity… seemed genuinely extraordinary.
Yvonne, holding her phone, broke out in a cold sweat.
Despite telling herself that Flora must be bluffing, her body involuntarily reacted with fear.
Howell took out his phone, his fingers deftly tapping the screen, and after about a minute, he received a reply.
He put his phone away and informed Flora, “Teo is on his way here. Hell arrive in no more than twenty minutes.”
