That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

The Saint Dezburg Bridge Design?

Josie vaguely remembered the design. It had a grand and imposing overall outline, with a avant-garde concept. The same designer had once cornered her in an underground parking lot. As she thought about his hidden motives, a slight frown involuntarily appeared on Josie’s face.

“That piece of work is decent, but it wasn’t one I recommended!”

My colleague seemed surprised. “Oh, I see. I thought you had found another promising candidate…”

Josie gave a wry smile, not saying much else.

The organizers presented the latest works of the semi-finalists. The judges sat together, carefully deliberating. Josie examined each piece with great seriousness, fully engrossed. Her demeanor exuded a unique charm.

Once the judges had reviewed them, the competition entries were presented to the media and audience for display. Ultimately, the list of finalists was decided by a vote from the judges.

left of the judges’ panel. Just as she was about to step forward to cast her vote, an unexpected female voice rang out. “Wait

It was Lily.

moment, she swiftly moved to stand in the center of the judges’ panel. The scene was immediately captured by the surrounding

wouldn’t it be better to discuss it privately? This is a public place, and your actions are somewhat inappropriate,” the organizer stepped forward and

here today for a reason. Everyone, please don’t rush. Once I’ve said

well aware that our contest has always adhered to the principles of fairness and justice. However… some people have disregarded the competition’s rules and regulations, even going so far as to accept bribes from contestants in private. They have used their minor authority to push unqualified contestants into the semi-finals. This

neither loud nor soft, yet

crowd was

unscrupulous, breaking all

of person even deserve to stand here as a