?<strong>Chapter 1103:</strong>


    From a distance, they looked like a thorny thicket.


    And these high heels seemed to conquer all obstacles!


    “Please, have a look,” Abram pped his hands in satisfaction.


    He ced the heels on a rotating disy stand.


    As the shoes turned, the wings gleamed, like swan wings ready to take off.


    When he had first seen this design years ago, he had been spellbound. He had spent years studying it and trying to replicate it.


    Therefore, Abram was now sure that he had recreated it perfectly.


    The crowd showered him withpliments.


    “As expected from a world-famous shoe designer. The materials and creativity are so bold and fresh!”


    “And the fact that Abram made such detailed heels in such a short time is incredible.”


    “I agree. Look at theyered feathers on the wings; they give such a delicate, otherworldly feel. It’s pure brilliance.”


    “Yes, but the only issue might befort.”


    This remark caused some to eye Abram’s design with a touch of disapproval.


    “I can’t tell if he’s making a piece of art or just shoes.”


    Others jumped to his defense. “Don’t be too harsh. These are for the deceased. They only need to be beautiful — nobody’s going to wear them.”


    Even with the w, most people agreed that creating something so stunning in such little time was an impressive achievement.


    It was truly impressive.


    As she heard the experts’ praise, Mny finally let out a rare sigh of relief.


    She had always insisted that Abram, the experienced designer, would never resort to copying Allison.


    Feeling pleased, Mny looked over at Allison, who was still absorbed in her work. Her disdain grew even more.


    She walked over to Abram and said, “I absolutely love these shoes. I’ll definitely vote for you — they’re truly worth it.”


    “Thank you for your trust,” Abram replied.


    He soaked in thepliments, standing tall and proud.


    As he watched the heels spin on the stand, he felt certain that they were his own creation, forgettingpletely that the design was something he had stolen from Allison.


    Meanwhile, Colton stood quietly in the corner.


    From the moment Allison had asked Ken to cut the ribbon, his fists had been clenched.


    Even though he had stood up for Allison too, it seemed like she didn’t even notice him.


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