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    Monica stood taller, smirking. “So… can we go in now?”


    Without waiting for an answer, Monica grabbed Elena’s arm and led her straight to the lounge.


    Cathy’s fists tightened as she watched them walk away, her eyes burning with rage. “Find out how she got that judge’s pass!”


    She couldn’t believe it. There was no way Elena was an actual judge for thepetition. A woman from a backwater vige being a member of the design association? Impossible.


    udges had their own lounge, separate from the contestants. After settling in, Monica wasted no time and went to find Elena.


    Monica suggested, “Elena, the food at Yasmine Springs Retreat is well-known. Let’s grab a bite!”


    It was the perfect excuse to have a conversation over a meal.


    Elena gave a small nod. “Sure, let’s go.”


    Yasmine Springs Retreat was an exclusive ce, reserved for members only. Most people never got the chance to experience its luxury.


    The retreat had seven floors in total. The judges’ lounge was on the third floor, while the restaurant was one level above, on the fourth.


    When they stepped onto the fourth floor, a huge rotating tform caught their attention.


    Rumor had it that in the evening, the tform slowly turned southwest, giving diners a stunning view of the’s skyline.


    Monica picked a window seat and scanned the menu. “Helena, they’ve got caviar. Want some?”


    “Two country bumpkins eating caviar? Do you even know how to enjoy it? People like you would just ruin it.” Yvette’s sharp voice rang out as she spotted Monica and Elena. She made a show of sitting at the table next to them, her tone full of mockery.


    Yvette’s mood had soured the moment Monica and Elena stepped into the retreat. How did nobodies like them even get into a ce like this? It was disgusting.


    Monica lowered the menu and frowned. “Shut up if you can’t talk nicely. I’ll eat however the heck I want. What’s it to you?”


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    Monica had been looking forward to a peaceful meal with Elena, but this brain-dead idiot had to ruin it.


    Yvette was full of herself, all because she was friends with Cathy.


    Yvette casually crossed her legs, examining her freshly done nails. Without even looking up, she told the manager, “These people are ruining my meal. Get rid of them.”


    The manager, knowing Yvette was close to Cathy and not wanting to offend her, turned to Elena and Monica. “Would you two minding backter?” he asked politely, but his tone made it clear he expected them to leave.


    Monica mmed the menu onto the table. “We were here first. Why the hell should we leave? If she has a problem, she can leave!” she snapped.


    Yvette slowly stood, tilting her chin up. “Because this restaurant belongs to the Garrett family. If I say you’re out, you’re out.”


    The manager sighed. “Please be reasonable. Don’t disrupt our other important guests,” he said, emphasizing thest words.


    “What the heck?” Monica shot up from her chair, furious, but Elena gently held her back.


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