My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Seeing that Isabel was hard hit, Florence chuckled in a good mood, “Mr. Hawkins, you came timely.”

Sensing the harmonious ambience between Florence and Ernest, Isabel finally made sure that Ernest and Florence did not cancel their engagement; moreover, their relationship was enhanced.

Her mind totally went blank. Last time when she blabbed the secret, she had offended Ernest, a big shot that was extremely powerful in City N. Would she still have the chance to reverse the situation?

Isabel’s mind was full of uneasiness and panic. But after a short while, all her worries turned into reality.

The fashion show was about to start. The host, who was standing on the stage, announced a thing under everyone’s witness, “To improve the proficiency and quality of this fashion show, we specially invited some experts to do a check-up before the exhibition, and found out and affirmed that the attire desired by Miss Isabel does not meet the requirements of this fashion show, therefore, she’s disqualified.”

The sound from the microphone was sonorous and it spread to nook and cranny of the exhibition hall.

The audience was in an uproar and they all gazed towards Isabel.

Being disqualified in the public was undoubtedly an insult to a designer.

How would Isabel keep a foothold in the design circle after such a shame?

Isabel widened her eyes in disbelief, not daring to believe in what she had heard just now. Her work did not meet the requirements and she was disqualified?

She suddenly stood to her feet and glared at Florence with hatred.

She pointed at Florence and shouted hysterically, “Is you, right, Florence? Are you framing me deliberately?”

The attendees all looked towards Florence when hearing the words.

Florence was also surprised that Isabel would be disqualified openly. And she was basically sure that it the man who was standing beside her was the one behind this.

He was venting anger for her sake, and although the approach he adopted was a bit wicked, Florence was quite satisfied.

Florence looked at Isabel without any scruples and teased, “Miss Hopkins, didn’t you hear what the host said just now? The attire you design does not meet the requirements of this fashion show and they found it out before the opening of the exhibition. Why don’t you blame yourself for this? And why do you blame me instead?”

When did Florence

she would only bring more shame on

unwilling to accept this as she suddenly suffered such a huge humiliation. How could she get over with this matter easily when seeing

back her anger and rushed towards

ruined, she would not let go of Florence easily. The worst choice was to destroy

embrace. He whispered in her ear, “You’re just disqualified. You still have chances to stage a comeback with me by your side. Don’t act rashly and

withstand this. Why can she still be arrogant and casual after bringing these sufferings

that she had built over the years as well as

how difficult it was for her

enough, the rest of her life would

the case, you can’t make a fuss here. It will

serious. Although he was comforting her, there were

had disgraced

little bit. If she made a fuss now, she would only embarrass

her teeth tightly and only until it was almost bleeding did she manage to suppress her anger. But she still glared at Florence

she would not let go of

out the word and then lowered her head and hurried

now made her feel like thorns in the back and

that Isabel had to leave the exhibition hall in embarrassment, Florence felt very pleased

asked in

express her gratitude towards Ernest. However, the moment she turned her

had an

a time stop. Florence looked at the man in front of her in shock and felt that her heart was about to jumping out of her

“I… I’m sorry.”

came back to her own senses at the next moment

in a complete tizzy and didn’t dare to

away after finishing the words, as if a pie-dog was