Chapter 714


    Hans found her train of thought rather peculiar and couldn''t help but ask, "So you mean to poison


    yourself after thepetition?"


    "Exactly, I''d rather suffer unbearable pain or even pass out after thepetition than make a fool of


    myself during it." Molly sobbed, her cheeks rubbing against his clothes.


    After rubbing her face on his clothes, she choked up, "Your clothes smell so good."


    Then, she suddenly froze. Wait, was she crying on Hans, wiping her tears on his clothes?


    At that moment, Arabe pushed the door open and walked in, a smirk tugging at the corner of her


    mouth upon seeing the scene.


    Molly, "It''s not what you think."


    Molly hadn''t expected to do something so out of line, so she quickly let go and hurriedly exined to


    Hans, "I''m sorry, Mr. Collins, really sorry, I didn''t mean to. You can take off your clothes, and I''ll wash


    them for you when we get back."


    Hans, "That''s not necessary."


    Molly tried to tug his clothes off but couldn''t, and it was tremendously embarrassing. She wiped her


    tears off his clothes with her hands, "I really didn''t mean to."


    Her voice gradually lowered, and she murmured, "And I didn''t mean to hug you just now."


    Leaning against the door, Arabe casually asked, "Should I hold onto your trophy?"


    Trophy??


    Molly wanted to dash over and grab it.


    "Careful." Hans quickly caught her hand, which still had the IV needle in it. She would definitely pull on


    the needle if she rushed over like that.


    Molly realized what was happening, her cheeks instantly turning red.


    Hans hurriedly let go of her hand, and he had unintentionally grabbed it in his panic.


    Arabe watched the scene with interest, casually sauntering over, effectively breaking the awkward


    tension.


    Arabe, "Guess what this is?"


    "Third ce???" Molly''s eyes immediately lit up, "Be, is this some special treatment for me? I passed


    out, yet still managed third ce."


    Arabe, "You only tweaked the hemline in the third round, but the overall look was still good, plus your


    high scores in the first two rounds."


    So, getting third ce was within reason.


    "Really? No special treatment? Really?" Molly excitedly hugged Arabe.


    Arabe nced at her hand, thankfully, the needle hadn''t been pulled. "Yes, the other judges have


    scored too. The scores are legit."


    Arabe felt her cheek pressed against Molly''s, and she could barely say, "Easy there, you''re choking


    me."


    "Be, I love you." Molly hugged her tightly, like an affectionate kitten. She hadn''t won the


    championship, but she was more than satisfied with third ce.


    Molly, "It''s just I didn''t get to receive the trophy from you on stage."


    "So take it now." Arabe handed her the trophy, formally stating, "Contestant No.1, Molly,


    congrattions on winning third ce."


    Molly giggled happily, then bowed deeply, excitedly, and respectfully, epting, "Thank you, Queen


    N?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    Abby, thank you for personally presenting this to me."


    "This is my autograph." Arabe handed her a stack of photos, shots of her judging Molly during the


    "Ah." Molly''s eyes sparkled, and she excitedly grabbed the photos, "Who took these? They''re so good."