Anne looked at Rachel, confused. "What do you mean?" The office suddenly fell silent while a huge stage was being set up in front of the Chapman Group's entrance. There was a multitude of design dresses on them with the designers standing next to their product. The office was as quiet as a moonbeam. Rachel clutched her palms together tightly. "I'm sorry, Anne, I couldn't finish the design in time." Anne sighed. "You should apologize to the president, he had high hopes for you." She then left after leaving those words behind. Rachel left the office and stood off-stage to look at the dresses as a spectator. Melissa, who was standing on stage, immediately spotted Rachel. So, she held her head high proudly. The event onstage was well underway. There was a row of judges with Nathan being at the center. He scanned the stage but could not see the person he wanted to see. It was not until he saw Rachel off-stage that he paused with a startle. 'Didn't she sign up for t
Even though the judges seemed satisfied, Nathan was not. He frowned. In his understanding, Rachel's talent was more than that! "The design seems kinda messy, isn't it? It looks like a scrawled doodle made by a child." A younger judge frowned while making that comment on the dress. With that comment, snickers and whispers fade in and out on- and off-stage. Rachel did not mind the commotion as she smiled at the judges. "It does look kinda plain, doesn't it? But it depends on how you look at it." The judges were intrigued. "Oh, you mean to say we've been looking at it wrong?" "No matter how we look at it, it's still very childish and patchy even if it fits the theme!" "That's right, is there any other tricks it can show?" ...Even with the influx of criticism from the judges, Rachel was not nervous. Nathan squinted in anticipation. 'No! This dress is not as cheap and patchy as the other judges are saying!' 'This dress is designed by a genius! The fabric used i
Jodie shot a red-faced Melissa a dirty look and took the pencil in her hand. "What are you so mean for? I'm not wrong. It's true, there's barely any part of you that's real, but you don't like people talking about it..." Melissa held her hands together in an attempt to stop herself from an outburst. Rachel shook her head helplessly at Jodie. Melissa was probably going crazy about what Jodie said of her. However, after seeing Rachel's gaze, Jodie pouted and stopped taunting Melissa. With the pencil in her hand, Jodie randomly drew something on the paper while being utterly confused. "Rachel, is this how I should be holding the pencil? This is it, right?" Rachel pressed her palm onto her face. "Jodie, how are you able to hold a pencil like a knife?!" Jodie screamed at Rachel. "How many times have you seen me draw? Just the few times in art classes! I don't know any of this stuff!" She then placed the pencil back at the canvas heavily and furiously. All the judges nodded
Melissa stared at Ziggy in disbelief before she turned around to scan the area. Confirming that there was no one else around her vicinity, she pointed at herself. "Twerp, who are you calling an old hag?" Ziggy looked up at her. "You. Do you see anyone older than you here?" Melissa's face turned so red, she wanted to give Ziggy a good beating. 'Where did this wild kid come from?' "Bully your mommy? I bully your mommy? Kid, tell me, who is your mommy? Who in this company has a child that I don't know?" Ziggy looked at Melissa coldly and threw a piece of printed artwork onto her face. "I didn't expose you today because I didn't think you deserve to become my mommy's rival! Let me give you a piece of advice, stop playing office politics! Your capabilities are already destined, no amount of tricks and gimmicks can help you." Melissa took a look at the paper that landed in her hand. Her eyes suddenly widened in fear. "You, you! How do you have this design?!" 'It should've
It was not until Rachel turned to Ziggy that he said, "Aunt Jodie, didn't you say you found out through your dad's company?" Getting Ziggy's hint, Jodie looked at Rachel. "That's right, I found out from my dad's company." Rachel's gaze alternated between Ziggy and Jodie. She was full of suspicion. Once again, Ziggy kept putting food onto Rachel's plate. "Mommy, please eat. If you don't eat now, all the nice pieces of meat will be finished by Aunt Jodie alone." Jodie glared at Ziggy with her plateful of meat chunks. "Nonsense! Am I that kind of person?!" At this moment, Jodie's words were as reliable as the weather forecast, as her mouth was filled with meat. Rachel rubbed Ziggy's head with a smile. "Alright, I'm done here after the competition. I don't think I have anything else to do in the evening, so I'll get out of work as soon as possible to accompany my baby at home." Ziggy hugged Rachel and grinned. "Yay! Mommy is the best!" Jodie pressed her lips together and se
The reward said those who placed first, second, and third were supposed to be promoted to designers! Why was Rachel the only one who was promoted to a designer? While Melissa and the third place were still in the crowded first floor. In name, she had been promoted to a substitute designer, but in reality, her position was not changed. She would still be doing the work as a design staff! In this industry, there were significant differences between being a designer and a design staff! For this competition, she had exhausted her resources and energy. She thought she had the crown within her reach, but Rachel's sudden emergence with the stupid dress won everyone's attention and praise. Melissa was so pissed, she interlocked her fingers tightly! She had even prepared her gown to attend the ball! She wanted to be the president's date, to attend an upper-class social event for once! However, Rachel had taken all these opportunities away from her! Melissa walked with her fi
The Lincoln stretch limousine stopped in front of Rachel's apartment as she quickly alighted. "Mr. Chapman, let me go explain to my son about tonight." Nathan was slightly surprised, but he maintained his calm smile. "We can bring him along." Rachel shook her head. "It's alright, Mr. Chapman. We can just come home earlier." She did not want her son to enter the upper-class social circle. The more aristocratic a circle was, the messier it would eventually become. She hoped her son could keep his naivete and live a simple life with occasional smarts. Nathan followed Rachel upstairs after giving Anne an indicative nod. After getting the hint, Anne left the apartment. Knock knock— Rachel knocked on the door, grinning. The door opened and Ziggy flew into Rachel's arms. "Mommy, you're home! I've waited for you for so long!" Rachel held Ziggy in her arms and laughed. "Baby, this is Uncle Nathan." Ziggy looked at Nathan and grinned, his smile brightening up the entire r
The other salesperson brought out the most expensive sets of suits and placed it in front of Ziggy. While Ziggy was taking his time to choose the suit he wanted, the other salesperson pulled the one attending to Ziggy aside. "What are you doing? Why are you attending to a lone child, what business can he bring you?" "You don't know, but he has a diamond credit card!" "Look at the clothes he's wearing, I’m sure it didn't cost more than 200 quids to buy everything that he's wearing right now, so how would he possess a diamond card? I bet his family is not even rich. The diamond card is probably a fake or he stole it somewhere, it just doesn't make sense for him to own the card!" "... Well, when you put it like that, it kinda makes sense!" "It makes all the senses, alright? Now find an excuse to chase him away!" The sales lady then approached Ziggy. "Little boy, are you thinking none of these suits suit you? Do you want to go somewhere else to have a look?" Ziggy simply lo