Chapter 253


    Summerfield Exhibition Centre.


    This was where the annual Solterra Cup Garment Design Contest took ce.


    Arabe parked her car in the lot outside the centre and headed for the front entrance to find Molly.


    The centre was decked out with contest gs and banners, inside and out. It had the whole contest


    vibe going on.


    There were a lot of contestants on that day, a bunch of journalists were waiting by the door, ready to


    snap a pic as soon as they spot a famous designer.


    Molly was standing alone in a corner. As soon as she saw Arabe, she waved, “Ms. Bet, over


    here!”


    Arabe walked over light–footed, exuding a cool aura, “Just call me Arabe, I’m your assistant


    today.”


    “Okay.” Molly nodded quickly. “Have you had breakfast?”


    “Had it ”


    “Why haven’t you bandaged your hand?” Molly saw the bruise on her right wrist and quickly rummaged


    through her backpack, “Let me bandage that for you, I just bought some gauze and ointment on the


    way.”


    “No need.”


    Arabe didn’t want to draw attention. There were cameras all over the contest venue on the day.


    She didn’t want to be the center of attention.


    Seeing that Arabe didn’t intend to bandage her hand, Molly put away the gauze, revealing her own


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    swollen hands.


    “You didn’t apply enough medicinest night.”


    “Huh?” Molly didn’t expect her to notice at a nce. She quickly exined, “I almost ran out of


    ointmentst night.”


    It took her a lot of effort to squeeze some out.


    “But I just bought some new ones on the way, so if your hand hurts, you can tell me.”


    “Okay.”


    When they entered the main hall, Molly showed her sessful registration text and got two contest


    cards.


    She was designer number 16.


    Arabe was assistant number 16.


    They got into the main venue smoothly with the cards.


    That was Molly’s first time in a ce like that, “So many people and it’s so pretty.”


    Arabe nced at the sign, “This way.”


    1–to–20 are in rest area A.


    At that point, there were only a few designers and assistants in area A. As soon as Molly walked in, she


    heard someone calling her name.


    “Molly? What are you doing here?!”


    Molly looked at the direction of the voice, just as unhappy, “Myra?”


    “Such a big shot for a poor girl daring toe to a ce like this.”


    Myra, dressed in a fancy dress, walked up to Molly arrogantly, nning to pick a fight. But seeing


    Arabe standing next to her, she could only awkwardly lower her raised


    hand.


    “You’re just here to lose!” Unable to touch them, Myra could only mock, “Don’t cry when you lose!”


    “Pfft, the one who’ll be crying will be you.” Molly gathered her courage and retorted, “Someone who


    doesn’t even understand design, how dare you participate in this


    contest?”


    “Me? Participate in this contest?” Myraughed disdainfully, “Who told you I’m here topete?”


    “You’re not?” Molly looked at her, puzzled.