Chapter 699


    Isabe''s eyes popped out when she heard the name Sabrina. How in the world did this girl know


    Sabrina? She even had Sabrina''s contact info.


    After all, the contestants from M Country were led by Sabrina, the president of the Garment Association


    of M Country. They were attending the International Fashion Designpetition today.


    Was this girl threatening her by dropping Sabrina''s name because she knew about this beforehand?


    Before Isabe could say anything, Sabrina rushed over. On seeing Arabe, she immediately cracked


    a warm smile, shaking hands with her amiably. She even addressed Arabe as a ''teacher'', showing


    extreme respect.


    Isabe didn''t know who this girl was, but anyone who could make the usually arrogant Sabrina call


    them ''teacher'' had to be something special.


    "Teacher, what happened here?" Sabrina asked in fluent Solterran. Spotting Isabe, she turned and


    scolded her harshly in M Country''snguage for offending the teacher, her tone filled with usation


    and dissatisfaction.


    Arabe said, "It''s fine for contestants topete, but if it esctes to an international incident, isn''t


    that neglecting the friendship between our two nations?"


    Hearing this, Sabrina immediately grasped the gravity of the situation.


    Arabe continued, "Today''s participants are all top three from their countries. They represent not just


    the design skills but also the image of their nations. But I''m sorry to say, I don''t see the manners and


    discipline that your country stands for in this contestant. I even think she''s unfit to be here."


    "Sorry, I''m really sorry." Sabrina seemed to understand the situation. She turned to Isabe, demanding


    her to apologize immediately in a stern voice.


    Isabe apologized in M Country''snguage. She didn''t expect this girl to be so high-profiled, even


    enough to make Sabrina nervous.


    Arabe raised an eyebrow at her, "Weren''t you cursing quite fluently in Solterran just now?"


    Isabe got the hint and apologized in Solterran, "I''m sorry, I was rude to you earlier."


    "You indeed were," Arabe looked at her seriously, "And you forgot someone else."


    Isabe had to turn to Molly and apologize again, "I''m sorry."


    "Isabe, right?" Molly red at her, her fists clenched, vowing silently, "I''ll show you who the real trash


    is."


    Isabe held back her anger for now to avoid more trouble, but she''d remember this grudge.


    Watching them walk away, Molly clung to Arabe, "Be, I''m so d you''re here! I feel much better


    with you around. But isn''t it Friday today? Did you take a leave from school?"


    Arabe answered frankly, "No."


    Molly, "Oh right, you have the privilege of school. They wouldn''t say anything even if you skip the whole


    semester."


    That''s awesome!


    Only those with perfect scores got this kind of treatment.


    "Go assemble, and thepetition is about to start." Arabe added, "Don''t be nervous. Just treat it


    like any other day. Oh, and there''s a surpriseter, don''t freak out."


    "Huh? A surprise? What could it be?" Molly was curious about the surprise Arabe mentioned. Could


    it be a secret weapon for thepetition?


    "Just go assemble." Arabe chuckled without giving anything away.


    "Okay, I promise I won''t freak out! I''ve been in big situations before, and I can handle anything."


    Molly left full of confidence and excitement to assemble, little did she know that she''d soon break her


    promise.


    Backstage.


    A woman in her thirties from Y Country approached Molly, "You''re Molly, the champion of Solterra. I''m


    Penny, and I hope you remember my name."


    Molly felt the hostility but still asked politely, "Can I help you?"


    Penny said haughtily, "I got the video of yourpetition through connections. Honestly, I think your


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    assistant is more capable than you."