Chapter 193

Chapter 193:

The host swiftly intervened to smooth any ruffled feathers, proceeded to announce the results, and expressed gratitude to the judges and contestants for their exceptional contributions.

Jordyn lingered awkwardly at the roadside outside the venue, hastily calling Kyla. “Kyla, you’ll never guess who I just saw! Sandra! The elusive designer Sandra, and guess what? She’s actually that bitch Sadie!”

There was a brief silence on the other end before Kyla responded cautiously, “Are you saying Sandra is Sadie?”

“Yes, exactly! I was there, I saw everything! She’s at the Vision Clash event, acting as the chief judge! We need to do something; we can’t let her have all the glory!” Anxiety surged through Jordyn.

Similarly, Kyla felt a tidal wave of disbelief hit her. Could it really be that Sandra was Sadie? This revelation was nothing short of explosive for her.

“Understood, I’ll take care of it.” She ended the call and sank into contemplation.

In Amberhollow, Kyla’s hands balled into fists. She couldn’t bear the thought that Sadie, the person she loathed and considered a nuisance, was in fact Sandra, a celebrated designer worldwide. This revelation was unacceptable! She felt compelled to act.

Taking a deep breath, Kyla attempted to regain her composure. She reached for her phone and made a call.

“Check the background of every contestant in ‘Vision Clash.’ I want a full rundown.”

The voice on the other end responded with deference, “Certainly, Miss Wade. I will begin immediately.”

After hanging up, Kyla moved to the window, her eyes scanning the dim cityscape. The following morning, a man in black entered the room. “Miss Wade, here’s the information you requested,” he said, presenting Kyla with a file.

Kyla accepted the file and quickly reviewed the contents. Beccy Quimby, an aspiring designer hungry for recognition but short on talent, was the ideal tool for Kyla’s plans.

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“Contact Beccy Quimby for me. Offer her a chance at fame, on the condition that she follows my directives,” Kyla commanded. The man nodded and exited promptly.

The preliminaries kicked off. Beneath the dazzling lights, stunning jewelry pieces were unveiled one after another.

Sadie, with a discerning eye, evaluated each entry, marking her scores. The “Galaxy” necklace particularly drew her attention. Its meticulous craftsmanship and stunning design showcased the designer’s talent. Sadie allowed herself a small smile, appreciating the piece before assigning it a high score.

Among the generally unremarkable entries, this piece shone brilliantly, undeniably captivating.

The preliminaries concluded, and the backstage was teeming with activity. Just as Sadie was about to depart, a hesitant voice reached her ears.

“Hello, Sandra! My name is Beccy Quimby.”

Turning, Sadie encountered a young woman with a ponytail, her expression a mix of nervousness and hope. This young woman had designed the necklace named “Galaxy.” Beccy held a small box carefully, her cheeks tinged with pink and eyes brimming with admiration.

“I’ve looked up to you for so long. Your designs have greatly inspired me. It means so much to receive your endorsement today,” she said. With a bit of bravery, she offered the box to Sadie. “I baked these pastries myself. I hope you like them.”

Taking the box, Sadie was greeted by the sweet aroma of fresh pastries. She met Beccy’s earnest gaze, touched by her gesture.

With a warm smile, Sadie responded, “Your design showed great creativity and charm. Continue to dedicate yourself, and you’ll find remarkable success.”

Tears of joy welled up in Beccy’s eyes. She took a deep breath and asked, “Could I possibly study under you?”

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