Chapter 708


    Back then, when the shit hit the fan, Be bandaged up her mom’s wounds. She even rented her own


    ce to them at a bargain, and to keep them from feeling guilty, she lied that it was a friend’s ce.


    Before, Oscar was a real pain in the ass to her, ming her for skipping work for no reason, and


    pointing fingers at her for giarism. Be always stepped in to clear her name.


    Be encouraged her to join the Solterra Cup Garment Design Contest, acting as her right–hand man


    and sticking by her through every stage of thepetition.


    Without Be, she’d probably still be scribbling designs in some corner, leading an ordinary life with no


    fame or anything.


    “Really, thank you,” Molly said sincerely. “It’s so great to know you.”


    No one knew she was thanking Queen Abby from the judging panel. They all thought she was just


    being grateful to a good friend. Be’s eyes softened. She thought, no need for thanks.


    When Molly wrapped up her thank your speech, the other two also said a few words. Soon enough, the


    third round kicked off.


    Six models strutted onto the stage in identical dresses. The sixpetitors advancing to the third


    round were tasked to modify each dress into their own interpretation of beauty right there in front of the


    audience.


    There was only one rule: the dress could not be taken off. It had to be modified on the model-


    For Molly, this was a piece of cake. Countless designs popped up in her mind, and she quickly started


    to work her magic on the dress.


    Hans offered Be some desserts provided by the organizers. Seeing her not eating, he even gave her


    some snacks he had brought, all her favourite vors. He even had someone make Be a cup of


    coffee,


    He said, “I brought the coffee beans. Give it a try, see if you like it.”


    Be didn’t expect Hans to actually bring his own coffee beans.


    She took a sip. Rich and smooth. She nodded, “Tastes good.”


    “I have more in the car. Take some backter,” Hans said, his eyes fixed on the stage.


    “Sure.” Be’s eyes never left the stage either. She noticed Molly’s movements slowing down as if


    she’d hit a snag.


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    “Something seemed off with Molly.” Hans had also noticed it. Even though Molly was facing away from


    the audience, focused on modifying the dress, her hands would asionally stop, a little too


    frequently.


    The model standing in front of Molly noticed her difort and asked in a hushed voice, “Are you


    okay?”


    “I’m fine.” Molly didn’t know what was wrong. Her stomach was hurting more and more, but she hadn’t


    eaten or even had a sip of water backstage. Could breakfast have upset her stomach?


    The model said, “You look pale.”


    Not just her face but even her lips were starting to lose color.


    “Maybe you should tell the host?” the model suggested.


    “No need.” Molly had barely made it to the third round. All her hard work would go down the drain if she


    quit now.


    She didn’t mind beingughed at, but now, she represented her country.


    The other two Solterrapetitors had already been eliminated. She was thest one standing for


    Team Solterra.


    Watching her grit her teeth and hang in there, the model felt sympathy.


    Be could tell from the model’s expression that something was off. Molly might be feeling ill, but she


    was still hanging in there.


    “Should I have a staff member go up and check?” Hans whispered to his sister.


    Be replied, “No need. She’s got this.”


    This was herpetition. It was up to her whether and when to stop, if she could keep going.