?<strong>Chapter 1105:</strong>


    “Mr. Morgan, I’d like to exin my design concept,” he said.


    “Of course, please proceed,” Fabian replied, his attention shifting from Allison’s design to Abram’s.


    Although Fabian had once thought Abram’s design was impressive, the allure of Allison’s shoes now overshadowed them in his mind. Clearing his throat, Abram began, “As I mentioned earlier, I’m an admirer of ballet, especially Swan Lake.”


    He couldn’t quite grasp the thoughts swirling in the room, but he knew that this exnation was critical to winning the crowd.


    “I drew inspiration from the image of the white swan and incorporated wings into my design,” he continued. “I hope that whoever wears these shoes can dance with the grace of a swan and win the affection they seek.”


    The guests nodded in understanding.


    Even though the source of inspiration seemed ordinary, it was still an eptable exnation.


    Allison, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, spoke up. “But if I may, those feathers around the ankle look rather bulky, don’t you think? They seem cumbersome rather than graceful.”


    A subtle smile curled at the edges of her lips.


    “And your concept, too, seems a bit… iplete,” she added, her voice light, but her gaze piercing — like a deity who could see through theyers of pretension.


    “That’s simply a decorative element I included,” Abram stammered, his throat dry.


    He knew that since he wasn’t the original designer, his concept would naturally have its ws. But now, he had to remain firm and unwavering in his defense.


    So, Abram lifted his chin and confidently began to exin, “Precisely because it was a spur-of-the-moment inspiration. It’s even more beautiful for its spontaneity.”


    Allison couldn’t hold back a sarcasticugh at such a ridiculous exnation.


    “That’s honestly absurd,” she remarked, shaking her head.


    Herugh stung Abram’s delicate pride.


    He squinted and asked, “What are youughing at? What’s so funny?”


    “Sorry, I just think it’s hrious,” she replied.


    Allison threw a mocking nce at the shoes he had designed.


    Then, she turned to Ken.


    “Can you get the shoes from under my workbench?” she asked.


    “Sure,” Ken replied, going to fetch them.


    When he returned, everyone in the room exchanged nces full of surprise and doubt.


    In Ken’s hand was another pair of ck high heels, and their design was strikingly simr to Abram’s.


    It was just that the pair in Ken’s hands had a much more bnced and cohesive design.


    When they were set down in front of Abram, his mind almost went nk, and his lips began to quiver.


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