Of course, Wendy knew fully well that she couldn''t continue to scratch her face.


    Or else, her face would be ruined before her chin could recover.


    Although she was sensible, the itchiness was just too overwhelming. She was on the verge of crying!


    Wendy was really a bitch! This damned bitch!


    "Ah! Miss Gale, stop scratching!" Herce which was supposed to cover her chin


    had now given way and a bright red scar on her chin was exposed.


    The photographer which was doing live streaming aimed his camera lens at Wendy identally at this moment.


    In an instant, the sight of her wound was being magnified on the huge screen in the arena.


    "Don''t be afraid!"


    Wendy was flustered as she lifted her had to cover her chin.


    The photographer realized what he had done as he immediately averted the focus of his camera from her face.


    Despite his effort, what was captured on the camera would now always exist on the inte since it was live streaming. There was no way to reverse the damage done now!


    "Oh my! How could she be so ugly?"


    "It turns out that she was disfigured. No wonder she has to wear something so weird."


    "I really thought that she is a beauty. I can''t anticipate that her skin is mutted at the moment!"


    "It is too disgusting; did you see her badly mutted and gory skin just now?"


    "Stop it, I am going to vomit my lunch now. I was even picturing her in my mind when I saw her this morning."


    "Did you say you were picturing you together with this kind of woman? Oh my! Stop being disgusting."


    The crowd had broken out in gossips in the audience seats. Most of thements were mocking Wendy endlessly.


    Wendy was so furious she couldn''t even hold back her tears anymore. Amara swiftly stood in front of her and said anxiously, "Miss Gale, you..."


    "I want to go back now! You will take my ce here!"


    Wendy abruptly stood up while concealing her chin. She gnashed her teeth while she blurted out, "You must make sure Emily''s team will not make it to the next round, or else, I''ll hold you responsible for this!"


    "But..." Amara was very torn at the moment.


    If Emily''s team did not perform well, they would naturally be eliminated. How could she wield any power in causing them to be eliminated if they had performed wellter on?


    The key part about this judging was that Wendy''s opinion didn''t hold the most weight among the judges. The major yer here was Henry''s camp.


    Should she make things clear to Henry''s camp?


    Wendy was already abandoning her. Before she left, she looked upwards and glimpsed Emily who was seated in the audience area.


    Emily was returning her gaze as a faint smile was ying around her lips. She looked jubnt.


    It looked obvious that she was gazing upon Wendy with sarcasm.


    Wendy gritted her teeth while clenching her fists hard.


    How dare Emily to embarrass her in front of so many people? She would never let Emily go! Not this time!


    She wanted Emily dead! She must see through to the end for this to happen!


    Wendy finally left the arena, and Emily''s smile slowly disappeared from her face. Sally who was next to her was still looking around. When she was sure that Wendy was gone, she patted her chest as if she had just relieved herself from some predicament.


    "I can''t imagine that she looks so ugly in reality. This is really unthinkable."


    Emily didn''t say anything in response. This whole fiasco was indeed engineered by her.


    Perhaps, this was too cruel a treatment for a girl.


    But, if the target was Wendy, then she would exhaust all options even if she would appear cruel and heartless.


    "That''s enough, let''s watch Aryan now." She said.


    "Alright." Sally focused her gaze on the middle of the arena.


    Thepetition was starting soon, and the tension around the arena was rising by the minute.


    They hoped that Aryan could ovee his inner demons and put forth his best performance!


    Emily trained her gaze on the seat where the main judge should be seated.


    Henry was nowhere to be found. But in actuality, this type ofpetition didn''t necessitate the attendance of Young Master Henry from the Sharp family.


    His absence was something that appeared normal.


    She retrieved her gaze and was focusing on Aryan now. Emily let out a breath and calmed herself down.


    Aryan must do his best at this point.


    Thepetition began after the host had articted some rules.


    Every participant unlocked theirputers, and the script that had been written in the morning appeared on the screens.


    In fact, everybody was aware of what type of story they had received.


    In the morning, when the writers were writing the storylines, every team had taken


    a photo of the screen so that the main artist could start to formte a n for their manga.


    Lois was very clear about the script that Emily had gotten her hands on.


    Once theputer was unlocked, he immediately pulled out a drawing pad and went into action.


    He would start with the storyboard first.


    The pen in his hand seemed to take on a life of its own. The storyboard appeared


    on the pad in no time and there wasn''t even one mistake by him.


    He was fast, precise and urate! This was indeed Lois'' style.


    Despite his efficiency, everybody realized that after one hour, Lois was only able


    to construct half of the required storyboard for the story Emily had chosen in the morning.


    It seemed like his speed wasn''t fast enough after all! After the storyboard waspleted, he had to move on to draw lines that required even more uracy.


    If he had forced himself to get it done, perhaps the oue was still favourable. But for the person responsible for sketching the lines tomorrow, it would be torture waiting for him. Besides, if the storyboard and the outline was not good enough, they might not even make it to the next round today.


    "I have mentioned this and I will repeat it now, that student named Emily was being too selfish in the morning when she was constructing the storyline. She never took into ount the interest of her team at all."


    Amara smiled at Ashton while adding, "Some kids nowadays are sorelycking in team spirit. They only care about their own interest."


    Ashton remained silent as he didn''t give any reply to her statement. It was as if Amara was not talking to him in the first ce.


    Seeing this, Amara frowned as she felt a little upset.


    She didn''t forget her original task which was to prevent September Drawing Club from passing through in thispetition. Therefore, she couldn''t mind Ashton for being impolite. She had to use every method in order to establish a working connection between them.


    "The script is tooplicated. It seems that this student from September Drawing Club will not be able to finish his part today."


    This time, Amara directly addressed him, "Mr Ashton, don''t you think so?" Since he was being called directly, Ashton could only sh a formal smile at her.


    Amara couldn''t just stop here, so she continued, "Today, only six teams will advance out of the eight remaining teams. September Drawing Club will be the first to get eliminated in this round."


    As she dered this, she tantly marked a cross on the space above the words "September Drawing Club" on her scoreboard.


    Ashton furrowed his eyebrows as he peeked at her disapprovingly.


    "Thepetition is not done yet, how can you just judge them now? May I know who are you representing, miss?"


    "I..."


    "We from the Sharp camp are the main judges here. We have to uphold the fairness of thispetition and it seems like your actions are going against our mantra, miss."


    "I..." Amara froze on the spot. She couldn''t anticipate that people from the Sharp camp would be so adamant about their stance!


    "I''m from the Jackson family." Her expression darkened slightly.


    The Jackson family was even more prestigious than the Sharp family. Would he continue to be so stubborn even after learning about this fact?


    "I can''t believe the Jackson family would arrange for someone so unprofessional to be the judge."


    Ashton was snorting with dissatisfaction on this face, "I hope that you can provide a sound and professional judgement here. Otherwise, we will request for the


    Jackson family to make a change of personnel."


    "You..." Amara was gawking at him while holding back her rage.


    How could he be so impolite? How could he treat a girl without courtesy? He was


    going too far!


    Ashton shifted his attention away from her as he continued to watch the


    participants.


    He was the legendary artist and he was living up to his name. His hand must be


    priceless.


    It was lucky for September Drawing Club to be able to recruit such a formidable artist for themselves.


    Despite that, Emily''s script was tooplicated. It was not something anybody could ept.


    This time, it seemed like the legendary artist would not be able to buy them a lot of time.???????????