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 have such a

she continued this topic, she would

such a huge humiliation. How could she get over with this matter easily when seeing the triumphant smile

Isabel couldn’t hold back her anger

would not let go of Florence easily. The worst

into his 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 do something that is irretrievable. Because that’s what

be arrogant and casual after bringing these sufferings to

she had built over the years as well as her reputation and popularity in the industry

difficult it was for

rest of her life would

can’t make a fuss here.

serious. Although he was comforting her, there were more blame

marriage, Isabel had disgraced the

she made a fuss now, she would only embarrass herself and she would

it was almost bleeding did she manage to suppress her anger.

Florence had Ernest as her back-up, she

the word and then

feel proud and complacent, now made her feel like thorns in the back and she wished so much that she could disappear

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

forward to approach her and asked in a sexy low voice, “You are quite

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

had an intimate

time stop. Florence looked at the man in front of her in shock and

“I… I’m sorry.”

came back to her own senses at the next moment and hastily turned her

in a complete tizzy and didn’t dare to face Ernest, “I need to go

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