But because she didn't want to be rude, she didn't ask him to leave.

Florence didn't bother anymore, she didn't have much time so she had to put all her focus into her work.

Cooper looked at Ernest with an indifferent look, and his eyes deepened.

Ernest wasn't reading his book, he was clearly just having an eye on him and Florence.

Didn't he already have a fiance? Why was he having this ambiguous attitude towards Florence?

Even thought Ernest was very quiet while he was flipping through his pages, but his aura was too strong, Florence couldn't simply ignore his existence.

This made her more reserved while she was working, and she also lowered her voice, it took a while before she got used to it.

When it hit the noon hours, the hotel staff brought some lunch over.

It was a couple of dishes, enough for two.

When the clerk came in, he saw that there was another person in the room, and immediately said, "I am sorry, I didn't know there were three of you, I will ask them to bring another set of utensils and food."

"No need." Ernest put down his book and got up.

Florence thought he was going to leave and wanted to walk him to the door, but she heard his deep voice that didn't allow any denial, "Let me taste it."

Florence was speechless, it was time for tasking the food again, and she couldn't decline that.

So she turned to Cooper and said to him, "Cooper, have your lunch first, I gotta do something, I'll be back later."

Cooper's eyes were complicated, his handsome face showed a smile though, and he replied quickly, "Sure!"

Florence went outside with Ernest.

Cooper, left alone in the room, looked at the lunch on the table, and suddenly felt no appetite anymore, instead, he seemed lost.

There was another table filled with delicious food, and Florence did her tasting, not only her taste buds were satisfied, but her stomach was as well.

After lunch, Florence went back to her room, but what was surprising was that Ernest came along with her again.

down on the sofa elegantly, picked

so focused on it, then she buried

were busy, it seemed like a blink of an eye as the days

The contest started.

watched by the whole country, there would be an audience, and a lot of cameras

was going to

Florence arrived backstage

her spot that she was arranged to, but then she ran into

very pretty, her makeup was elegant, and her

looked at Florence with cold eyes, her

your design." Then she paused for a little before she continued mockingly, "Maybe just because you didn't have enough time, so you just drew anything in a hurry

said that, a lot of people around them

other designers

one of them were really good, if Florence's work was too shitty, she wouldn't only

Isabel just said threw Florence against

felt all eyes on her, but she said without caring about

best." Isabel said laughing, but her eyes were showed that she was up

her brows, she could feel something

Winnie joined them and gathered all the designers together to talk about some of the rules in the

the end, she added, "The order of the contestants will be decided by drawing

randomized, and so were the

of them had

a number from the bowl and announced,

in the end, it was finally

would be the last to perform, the latest to show her work, the judges would be tired by then, and they might have a higher expectation

that was also a good chance to

she saw the model that was

in her eyes, "Florence, enemies seem to always cross paths huh? They actually assigned me to walk the stage

cold breeze, didn't she think that it disgusted

I am the designer, since we were assigned to each other, you'll just have to do

closer to Florence, and laughed coldly, "Florence, aren't you afraid I might do

was worried about that the minute she

anything about it, she didn't

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