Chapter 354: No Pain, No Gain

Tiffany walked to Sharon's side and followed her gaze, only to see the crowded street.

She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Sharon, "What are you thinking?"

Sharon was stunned for a moment, then she withdrew her thoughts and slowly said, "Nothing."

Tiffany added, "Who was that just now? Why haven't I seen her before? Why did she come looking for
you?"

Sharon said, "That's Martin's sister.She came looking for me..."

Sharon didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Tiffany's attention was entirely on Martin's sister.

She asked curiously, "Martin's sister? Should she be from a rich family? Why did she look so haggard?
She didn't have a bodyguard or a servant with her."

Ever since Martin left, Sharon hadn't paid attention to the Morton family's affairs.

However, she thought that the days would not be easy for them.

If it weren't for the flourishing of their foreign branches, the Morton family wouldn't have been able to
hold on in South City.

Tiffany said again, "Right, aren't you going out? Hurry up and go.It's getting later."

Sharon shook her head, "Forget it, I'm not going."

Her days were so peaceful lately that she forgot what had happened in the past.

No matter what the reason was, so many people didn't want the baby in her belly to be born.



Whether it was Aylin, Erica, Evie, or even...

No one wanted the child to be born.

Since that was the case, how could the baby survive in such an environment? Sharon silently sighed
and returned to the office to sit quietly.

It was getting darker and darker outside.

She didn't know how long had passed, and the vibrations of the mobile phone on the table made
Sharon back to her senses.

When she saw the number on the screen, her heart was filled with irritation.

Without any hesitation, she hung up the phone and blacklisted the man.

At the same time, Jameson, who was far away in Italy, tried to call again, but he couldn't get through.

Jameson was confused.

He turned to look at Jacob and expressionlessly said, "This is the method you said, right?"

Jacob laughed dryly, "Mr.Proctor, no pain, no gain.It's normal for Mrs.Proctor to be angry with you since
you brought up the old matters again.When you go back, her anger will dissipate.You just need to coax
her then."

Jameson felt a little helpless.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his cold features were filled with impatience.

Jacob unconsciously swallowed and took a step back to maintain a safe distance from him.



Jameson casually threw his phone on the sofa and said, "Get out."

"Yes."

Jacob was relieved and ran out fast than a rabbit.

Jameson stood in front of the French window and pinched his nose, feeling his temples swelling up.

For several days, Sharon did not remove Jameson from the blacklist.

She also blocked his messages.

She thought if she didn't hear from him, she would not be annoyed.

The day she went to draw lots, she met Robert and Rita just as she arrived at the door.

She nodded politely at Robert and didn't say anything else.

Robert looked at her back with a face full of disdain.

"She's lucky to pass the preliminary round.After that, it depends on her ability.I don't believe that she
can win by luck."

Rita asked, "Master, did Louis give Mr.Proctor the themes?"

"How would I know? There's nothing in this world that money can't buy.Do you think he can tell me
even if he has bribed? Just think about it."

Rita heard his tone was not good, so she did not ask any further.

After ten designers had all arrived, the staff explained the rules again.

According to their preliminary results, there were first place, second place, and third place ...and so on.



There were ten balls with number on it in the lottery box.

If a designer drew a ball with number one on it, then the theme of his work was the style that the first
place in the preliminary round specializes in.

However, if he drew a ball with the number of his own rankings on it, he would have to wait for the
others to finish before randomly choosing another number to make the final adjustment.

The results of the preliminary round would also be announced after everyone's themes were settled.

All the designers went on stage to draw lots.

The number that Sharon drew was nine, which meant that her theme this time would be the style of the
designer who was ranked ninth in the preliminary round.

After the drawing, the designer would register with the staff.

After all the designers finished drawing, a staff member walked out with the notebook.

"Alright, everyone, the drawing of lots is over now, but what we expected has happened.One designer
drew her own ranking number.Now, the designer who gets number two, please step forward and tell us
which number you want to exchange with."

Under everyone's attentions, Rita slowly walked out.

She did not turn around to look at anyone.

She only said indifferently, "I choose nine.Nine is my lucky number."

"Then, the designer who gets number nine, please step forward and switch with her.Then this part will
be over."



The few of them looked at each other and whispered about who got number nine.

A few seconds later, Sharon stood up and said, "Here I am."

When Rita saw Sharon, her expression remained the same.

Sharon could not tell if it was intentional or if it was just such a coincidence.

After exchanging numbers with Rita, Sharon returned to her seat.

The staff continued, "Now let's announce the results of each designer in the preliminary round.Let me
make it clear in advance that the results are based on a comprehensive evaluation.In addition to the
work itself, there are also the adaptability of the designers and some additional points."

"Nick, 93 points, 10th place."

"Floren, 93.5 points, 9th place."

"Jane, 94 points, 8th place."

Very quickly, the staff reached the top three.

However, Rita's expression was getting uglier and uglier.

"Rita, 96.5 points, second place."

"Sharon, 98 points, first place."

The highest score of all the designers.

As the staff's voice fell, someone said, "What are your additional points? Whoever has a big backer will
get higher additional points, right?"



As soon as these words were spoken, many people began to echo.

Apparently, they were unhappy with the results.

All the designers were famous designers who had participated in the Fashion Week, but now, a little girl
who did not have any fame got the first place.

The staff raised his hand, gesturing for everyone to be quiet.

"With regard to scoring, everyone can rest assured.We are absolutely fair and impartial.The scores are
awarded by the professional judges.As for the additional points, there are many factors.The
competition has officially begun since you participated in the opening ceremony of this year's Design
Competition.It also includes sending the works to the given location according to the given time.It is
part of our scoring."


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