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“Is it her?” Daniel Thompson was somewhat excited.

Gillian Thompson didn’t speak, her lowered eyes hid the complexity within, and her fingers clenched tightly, jealousy almost consumed her.

The biggest difference between her and Ivy Thompson was the “W” organization.

If she were in this organization, she wouldn’t be so passive.

She never understood why a person with no background, who was raised by an old garbage picker, would have such a background.

Could it be that she wasn’t lost back then, but was taken away and cultivated on purpose?

Gillian Thompson couldn’t figure it out.

Looking at the woman on the stage who seemed elegant, Gillian Thompson’s heart was weighed down like having a boulder on her chest, heavy and uncomfortable.

If it wasn’t for Ivy Thompson, she would still be the fourth daughter of the Thompson family, and be pampered by her three brothers and courted by the socialites of Sunnydale City.

Not like now, where she cannot return home, and has to ask Daniel Thompson for money.

Thinking of her mother crying about her younger brother’s tuition fees in front of her, Gillian Thompson felt agitated.

“Gillian, can Ivy win the championship?” As if he thought of something, Daniel Thompson’s eyes suddenly brightened.

This was an international competition, and if Ivy Thompson won the championship, it wouldn’t just be glory for the ancestors. The entire Thompson family’s status would also rise one step.

Now, when others mentioned the Thompson family, it was about being the richest man in Sunnydale, being rich tycoons, but the real high society not only looked at money but also at fame.

That’s why some wealthy families who were engaged would look for people who had won international championships, to enhance their entire family’s status and let their descendants’ bloodlines be blended with other valuable things.

If Ivy Thompson won the championship…

Daniel Thompson suddenly felt proud.

Gillian Thompson watched with disdain, and the words in her heart couldn’t help but blurt out: “What’s so great about it? She might not even get a ranking!”

This was an international competition, and even winning the national championship might not be useful unless you win internationally.

In Orientopia, only the champion mattered, and the others were hardly remembered.

As Gillian Thompson’s sarcastic words came out, Daniel Thompson’s ears felt a bit irritated, and he unconsciously frowned.

Meanwhile, Catherine Brown overheard this conversation.

Her eyes glanced at Gillian Thompson from time to time, and then at Molly Walker on the stage.

Unexpectedly, Natalie Lambert’s cousin was so amazing that she could represent the “W” organization in the competition.

In recent years, the “W” organization hadn’t participated in any competitions openly, always maintaining a mysterious low profile. Recently, their actions were frequent, but they were always related to Ivy Thompson, as if guarding her.

This Ivy Thompson must be more than just a member.

After Ivy Thompson took the stage, Mr. Jenkins, who was sitting in the third row, wore a terrifying scowl on his face.

Jerry Jenkins, who was sitting next to him, looked amused.

This Ivy Thompson was really interesting.

With a fleeting glance, Jerry’s eyes unconsciously fell on Zoey Lambert sitting diagonally below.

The indoor heating was sufficient, and Zoey Lambert took off her coat to reveal a white mink fur knitted sweater, with nothing around her neck, which made her neck look long, and her demeanor gentle and jade-like.

Her figure was excellent, and the figure-hugging sweater wrapped her, accentuating some parts of her body and her slender waist.

The Leaford family’s genes were excellent, even James Leaford, a tough man, was once the object of desire for some women in Capital City. Not to mention Amanda Leaford, who was almost trampled by directors when she was young.

Zoey Lambert’s appearance was gentle, obedient, and steady, which made him want to conquer her more.

The more obedient she was, the more he wanted to conquer her.

Jerry’s gaze was sharp, staring at Zoey Lambert’s back as if he was staring at a prey.

Zoey Lambert felt a chill around her neck.

She turned her head and met a pair of teasing eyes.

Jerry’s dark eyes were like poisonous tongues that could spit venom, weaving a dense and impenetrable net that forcefully trapped her inside, making it impossible to escape even if she wanted to.

Zoey’s heart skipped a beat, and she immediately turned her head back, but her heart still “pounded” crazily.

Fortunately, the contest was fascinating and pulled her attention back.

At this time, Molly Walker had already put out her work for the judges to score.

She designed a Phoenix Crown with pearls and gold filigree craftsmanship combined, with a layered and extremely rich sense of space.

What was even more amazing was her painting skills. Most jewelry designers only drew line drafts and added colors, while special materials were annotated on the side. But Molly’s design draft looked more like a realistic painting, with the materials and luster of the pearls portrayed vividly. If you didn’t look closely, you might even think it was a photo.

As soon as Molly’s design drawing was revealed, the venue suddenly went silent.

Her exquisite painting skill brought that spatial sense and intricacy right to the face, instantly overshadowing the design drawings of others.

At this moment, the other contestants looked at the drawing with both admiration and anger.

What was going on?

Were artists coming to beat them too?

Not to mention the design, but this realistic painting style was not something an ordinary designer could achieve.

In order to achieve a realistic painting, attention must be paid to detail, making sure both light and shadow are used effectively to add depth and realism.

However, many jewelry designers focus on the design itself, rarely delving into painting techniques.

This design is like a painter crossing into the realm of design, using their professional skills to vigorously slap the faces of the designers.

Is this a jewelry design competition or a realistic painting competition?

What kind of monster did the “W” organization send?!

“Miss Walker, is this a Phoenix Crown?” The host asked with a smile, “Although the design is quite impressive, it seems not very practical for daily life since Phoenix Crowns are not common accessories.”

His words were a wake-up call.

Judges and audience members who were originally inclined towards Molly’s design began to ponder.

Indeed, the Phoenix Crown looked beautiful, and the technique of using filigree and carving made it even more exquisite and rich in texture.

However, such a crown might be too ostentatious for daily life.

The judges all felt it was a shame.

Although the designer’s painting skills were superb, this was not a painting competition. A good painting wouldn’t matter much if the design itself was not suitable!

Molly did not speak but instead approached the computer and made some adjustments. In an instant, the design was disassembled on the screen.

“It may seem like a Phoenix Crown, but it can also be a necklace, a bracelet, earrings, and pendants…”

Her voice was soft, like crystal-clear water cleansing the hearts of those present.

As she spoke, the audience watched the design onscreen be taken apart into a necklace, bracelet, earrings, and pendants…

What was previously an impractical crown was now disassembled like building blocks into separate pieces.

It turned out that it was not just a Phoenix Crown, but an entire jewelry set!

The full set of jewelry was displayed on the big screen, capturing the undivided attention of the audience, who were afraid to even blink and risk missing such an exciting moment.

This transformation was like magic, and the disassembled jewelry pieces seemed entirely unrelated to the previous Phoenix Crown, appearing like two separate sets of jewelry.

This design struck a balance between practicality and grandeur, both suitable for formal events and as daily wear accessories.

“For this jewelry set, I used freshwater pearls and gold. To lower the price, the materials can be replaced with 18K gold or gold-plated silver, while the pearls have an even wider price range. This design incorporates both traditional Orientopian elements and modern aesthetics, making it suitable for all occasions and classes.”

Upon hearing Molly’s words, the audience’s interest was peaked.

In previous jewelry competitions, lavish designs and high-end materials like top-grade blue diamonds and imperial jade were often used, making ordinary people feel out of reach, and only wealthy ladies would dare place orders. The average person could only watch from afar.

However, Molly’s design seemed to give hope to others.

Finally, something they could afford!

What stirred people’s blood even more was that this design was created by someone within the “W” organization, adding an extra layer of intrigue.

This was made by someone from the “W” organization!

Seeing the tide turning, the host awkwardly smiled.

He unconsciously glanced at someone in the audience and sighed.

Miss Jackson’s plan had failed.

Having hosted many contests, he had seen all sorts of schemes and machinations.

The competitor was sent by the “W” organization, so he didn’t want to create intentional difficulties for her.

However, he owed Scarlett Jackson a favor.

He didn’t expect those intentionally difficult questions would end up being a stepping stone for Molly.

Suppressing her talent, only to highlight it later, he inadvertently became the “suppressor” that made her design stand out even more.

The light that some people emit cannot be concealed.

Where there is darkness, her presence will illuminate it.

This Molly, she is the light herself.

Feeling helpless, he met the resentful gaze of Scarlett Jackson in the audience and turned away.

He couldn’t make things more difficult for Molly in front of everyone; his previous question was already a gamble.

He had tried his best; the rest was out of his hands.

Seeing the surprised gazes in the audience, Molly didn’t say a word.

Her painting skills were always good, and she could support herself by simply selling her paintings.

She knew that she was being somewhat overbearing in this competition.

However, having multiple skills was never wrong, and what was the harm in showing off a little in such a competition?

After all, wasn’t a competition all about flexing your abilities?

Scarlett Jackson, watching from the audience, trembled with anger at the scene.

The design she had presented was not the same one the hacker had found.

In other words, even if she had bribed someone to release her design before Molly, it wouldn’t have mattered.

She had been played!!

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