"I want to let all of you know, society is more accepting than you think. I also hope that everyone out there, don’t judge these girls by their physical conditions. They’re kind, friendly, and they deserve all
the good things this world has to offer. Thanks."
After Molly finished her speech, she gave a deep bow. The applause from the audience lasted for a while, clearly moved by her words.
"Now, I am pleased to announce that the first place designer this competition is number 16, Molly!"
Many audience members stood up, clapping enthusiastically.
"Molly! Molly! Molly!"
"You’re a true champ!"
Britanny walked up and hugged her, "Thank you for giving me courage and hope".
"You’re cool and pretty," Molly sincerely replied, "You’ll definitely achieve great things."
Britanny smiled, "And you’ll be an amazing designer. I believe in you."
"Thanks."
As she stepped off stage, before Molly could even reach the longue area, she was already surrounded by a crowd.
"Hi, where are you currently working? I’m a manager at a clothing company, and I want to invite you to be our design mentor, with a monthly salary of five thousand dollars."
"I’m a Deputy General Manager of another clothing company. We also want you to join us, with a monthly salary of ten thousand dollars, three days off per week, thirty days of annual leave, and double
pay for annual bonuses."
"Hi, I’m the head of another clothing company. We want you to be our design department manager, with a monthly salary of fifteen thousand dollars." Listening to these offers, which were getting higher and higher, Molly was shocked and quickly waved her hands to refuse.
"Thank you for your kind offers, but I already have a job now. I’m not considering a change at the moment, thank you."
"Are you unsatisfied with the salary? Or if you have any other ideas, let us know, and we can discuss them."
"If you’re not happy with our salary and benefits, we can talk to the headquarters, and try to get you a better deal."
"Here’s my card. If you think it over, call me".
In the end, Molly received almost twenty business cards.
Meanwhile, Rosemary was trailing behind them at a distance, no longer needing the champion title.
Watching Molly shine, a soft light appeared in her eyes..
That’s when her phone rang.
"Those twenty–something punks from last night, we beat them up all night, and they finally confessed."
"It was Myra who made them do it. She said if they seriously injured you, you wouldn’t be able to compete."
"Why do you, with your high status, need to compete?"
Jack was clearly confused.
"I see."
After hanging up the phone, Rosemary’s eyes turned icy.
Molly finally managed to shake off the crowd, grabbing Rosemary’s arm, "That was scary, Rose. I’ll treat you to dinner after I change. You’re the real hero for our win! This meal’s on me!"
Molly knew deep down that it was because of Rosemary’s help that her designs were noticed.
Without Rosemary, she might always be an unremarkable designer.
At this moment, only Myra and the third and fourth designers were left in the lounge area, and the other unsuccessful contestants had already left.
Hunter headed towards the lounge.
A few staff members around them whispered.
"He really seems to like that assistant of the 16th designer."
"He’s so concerned about her, asking where she is even after the competition."
"Do you think that assistant might marry him?"
Rosemary kicked Myra into a corner, "Did you have something to do with last night?"
Molly understood what was happening when she heard, "She hired people to beat us up last night? Did she want to stop us from competing? Let me at her."
She rushed over, kicking and cursing at Myra, "You maniac, I’ll kill you!"
When Hunter arrived backstage, he saw the spectacle. Molly, the usually innocent–looking 16th designer, was furiously beating a girl on the floor, while shouting.
"If you have a grudge against me, come at me! Why did you go after Rosemary? You hurt her hand!"
Hunter’s expression darkened. The injury on Rosemary’s wrist, was caused by the girl on the floor?
"More than twenty thugs came to beat us up. Did you want us dead? You’re insane!" Molly sat on Myra, hitting her hard, "The thugs had clubs and knives. Do you know how we survived last night?"
Hunter’s expression turned even colder. More than twenty thugs against two girls? One of them, his sister!
"Stop it." Myra covered her face with her hands. Through the gap, she seemed to see her saviour, "Mr. Collins? Mr. Collins, please save me.".
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their heads, seeing Hunter standing by the doorway.
Molly was stunned.

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