"Right? I also think she’s pretty capable. Solterra has a lot of talented people, not like you guys; your ability level is as clear as day."
Penny was obviously provoked, just about to blow up, but then she started laughing. "Today’s competition is broadcast worldwide. If you lose, don’t cry, don’t embarrass your country."
"Don’t worry, the one crying definitely won’t be me. But you, did you bring enough tissues?"
Penny snapped, "You!"
Molly continued, "I’ve seen the three matches you participated in Y Country. To be honest, the only way to describe your performance is—a total disaster. I really don’t understand why you have the nerve to talk to me like this. Talk is cheap. The competition is what matters most. It’s much more important than your empty words, right?"
The second and third-place winners from Solterra couldn’t help but applaud.
"So you’re Molly? You’re really awesome! Look, you pissed her off."
"These people are so arrogant. She wouldn’t stop talking in front of me just now, but out of politeness, I didn’t confront her directly. Molly, you’re amazing! I came in second in the last competition, my name is Lilian, nice to meet you!"
"I came in third, and my name is Odelia. You said you watched Penny’s competition videos. Where did you watch them? I couldn’t find them online."
"Me neither. I looked for a long time but couldn’t find them."
"Well, I was just trying to scare her," Molly mischievously smiled and didn’t reveal the truth.
In fact, not only Penny’s competition videos, but she watched all the videos of all the competitors who participated today, all found by Rosemary!
This was what they call being fully prepared!
But Rosemary just told her there would be a surprise later. What would the surprise be?
’’Judges’ Bench’’
Rosemary obediently greeted the person next to her, "Hunter."
"Have you had breakfast?" Hunter’s voice sounded very gentle. Because his sister was acting as a judge, he reluctantly agreed to today’s invitation, wanting to spend more time with her.
He even sent a picture to his brothers, waiting for their reply in a good mood.
Soon, all his brothers replied: ’’[Get lost.]’’
Rosemary obediently answered, "I’ve had breakfast."
Everyone around was stunned. They didn’t expect the usually cold Hunter to have such a gentle side. Did he seem to dote on that girl a lot?
"Romeo dropped you off last night?"
"Yes, he’s now at the Dawnstar branch handling some business."
"After the competition ends later, I’ll take you to visit our company here."
Rosemary nodded, "Okay."
Soon, the first round of competition began.
Molly was not nervous when she went on stage, but when she saw Rosemary sitting on the judge’s bench, she was completely stunned.
The key point was that in front of Rosemary’s seat, there was a card with the judge’s name on it. It read: ’’Queen Abby.’’
She felt like she’d been struck by lightning, unable to believe that her idol, the Queen Abby she’d worshiped and desperately wanted to meet, had been by her side all along.
Before the Solterra competition, Rosemary had taught her many design techniques. One night, she had insisted on treating Rosemary to a barbecue when Myra sent a gang to cause trouble. Rosemary had been injured while protecting her but had still insisted on going to the competition the next day.
Rosemary’s help had been countless. It was because of Rosemary that she was standing here today, representing her country in an international competition.
If Rosemary had signed her name as Queen Abby from the start or not have helped her, her life could have been completely different.
Molly’s eyes welled up with tears, gratitude, and emotion filling her gaze as she looked at Rosemary.
Rosemary smiled slightly, thinking, ’"You dummy, why are you crying now?"’
After the host read the rules, the competition started immediately.
The first task was fairly simple, with the organizers providing fabric and accessories for the contestants to design a piece representing their country’s style.
All the techniques Rosemary had taught Molly and the hundreds of videos and tutorials she’d watched recently flashed through her mind.
Molly started cutting the fabric, her movements more confident than before.
Rosemary watched her, admiration in her eyes. ’Good, she had improved a lot.’
Hunter glanced at his sister. He knew she was here to support Molly. No matter how much the organizers had tried to invite her, she had never been willing to show up as a judge.
If she had shown her face earlier, he might have recognized her.
And she would have suffered less and been able to go home earlier.
"Isn’t that assistant number 16 from the Solterra Cup Garment Design Contest?" A judge suddenly recognized Rosemary but wasn’t sure since she was sitting as a judge under the identity of Queen Abby today.

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