A storm of emotions raged within Hailey.
And then, she saw the figure in the fiery red dress sitting next to Serena!
It was her!
The same bitch who had publicly humiliated her in the designers' lounge, who had tried to bait the other designers into accusing her of plagiarism!
She had felt it then-that woman gave off the exact same vibe as Serena.
Her gut feeling had been right!
That woman was sent by Serena on purpose, just to annoy her!
It was a deliberate attempt to mess with her head before the competition so she wouldn't perform well!
Those two bitches!
Just then, Black Jack brazenly waved the voting device in Serena's hand at her.
Her expression was pure provocation.
All the color drained from Hailey's face, but her eyes, fixed on Serena, were bloodshot. Her voice became sharp. "If you're so professional and fair, then... I'd like to ask, what right does she have to be sitting there?"
Hailey pointed a finger at Serena in the front row, directing everyone's attention to her.
“Her, Serena, someone who knows nothing about jewelry, a nobody from the slums! A bitch who sold her body to get into an event like this! What gives her the right to sit there? What are her qualifications?"
Hailey's mind was completely twisted now.
If these judges were going to make her life difficult, then Serena wasn't going to have it easy either!
Everyone's focus was currently on whether she had truly plagiarized Queen's work. Fine. She would start an even bigger scene to muddy the waters.
"Are we, a group of professional designers, pouring our hearts and souls into our creations just to be judged by someone like her? Someone who knows nothing and got here through some shady connections? She gets to vote for us?"
The front row was reserved for either the top elite or the biggest names in the industry.
They were counted among the hundred industry experts who had voting rights.
How could Hailey accept that while she was competing here, someone like Serena was casting a vote for her?
She bit her lower lip, her face a mask of defiance as she looked at the five judges on the panel. "She, a country bumpkin who grew up in the middle of nowhere and dropped out of high school, has never had any contact with jewelry design. It's completely unfair for her to vote for us."
"You're so harsh in your judgment of my design, constantly scrutinizing it. Well, based on your own strict standards, am not allowed to question whether the votes from your so-called industry professionals are even legitimate?"
The entire venue fell silent.
This Designer No. 4...
Was she getting desperate?
To make such a scene, was she trying to get herself blacklisted?
Did she really not want a future in this industry?
But then again, it made sense.
If it was proven that she had plagiarized, and plagiarized from a master like Queen...
Her career in this industry would be over anyway.
And besides, the point Designer No. 4 was raising was actually valid.
If someone who knew nothing about jewelry design had secured that seat through some thaderhanded means, it would be completely unfairto the contestants.
No contestant would accept that.
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
Even the host was struggling to control the situation.
Seeing that her words had successfully shifted the focus, Hailey dug her nails into
her palms and looked at Daphne with a defiant expression.
She was practically daring Daphne to give her an explanation.
Just then.
Daphne slowly rose to her feet.
She raised a hand.