Chapter 1956

Esther stormed off, eyes burning with a venom she could barely hide.

Fiona really was something else no wonder she was Flora's daughter.

If only they could get Fiona on Country M's side, maybe they wouldn't have to keep running secret experiments in the shadows. Esther made up her mind: whatever it took, she'd find a way to win Fiona over.

After turning in their designs, the contestants were free to go about as they pleased. Once everyone had submitted, the winner would be chosen by the public, their decision based solely on the work itself.

This time, though, every entry was anonymous. No names, no hints-just the art, left for fate to decide.

After the voting, the judges would cast their own ballots from among the top teams and crown the winner.

Online, chaos erupted. No one could tell who had made what, so no one dared to make a call.

Still, everyone was itching to give Fiona the lowest score and Esther the highest. They couldn't stand how Fiona seemed to have it all-talent, status, everything. Tearing down someone so perfect would be a show they'd love, something to satisfy their own twisted sense of justice.

Down in the audience, Fiona eased back in her seat. Onstage, only the Kidd and Gregory family contestants remained, scrambling to finish their designs. With time running out and their own skills stretched thin, three days had felt nearly impossible.

Finally, the clock ran out. The two barely managed to hand in their work, which was immediately displayed on the livestream.

Voting opened right away.

"Does anyone know which one's Fiona's? Just don't vote for her!"

"I bet that white floral dress is Esther's. Only someone with her experience could pull off something that beautiful."

"Same here! Everybody vote for that one-let's make Esther the winner!"

The livestream feed was projected onto the big screen above the stage, visible to everyone in the hall.

The chat was filled with hate for Fiona-nasty comments scrolled nonstop, and people in the audience kept sneaking glances at her.

Even the judges looked uncomfortable. At this point, nothing anyone said could change the crowd's mind.

What nobody realized was that the white floral dress was actually Fiona's creation, not Esther's. When they finally figured out the truth-that they'd all just voted for Fiona-they were going to lose it. Updates are released by Find_Novel(.)net

In the end, Esther's design came in dead last. No one saw it coming.

"What is wrong with these people? Are they crazy? They're dragging Fiona through the mud, but I'm the one getting the lowest scores!" Esther was fuming.

She felt like she was about to snap. Everyone here was out of their minds.

"Ms. Esther, that means the International Glam team is going to take first place this round," Amy whispered, eyes full of flattery as she leaned in.

"Do you think I need you to tell me that?" Esther snapped, yanking her arm away. "This is all your fault-you can't even pull off a simple sabotage. I don't know why the organization keeps you around. Get lost!"

Esther stood up and marched straight toward Fiona. If she didn't need Amy around to test the group's new experiments now and then, she would've gotten rid of her ages ago.

She stopped right in front of Fiona, stretched out her hand, and flashed a smile. "Ms. Fiona, why don't we work together? If you're willing to collaborate with Country M, I can give you anything you want."