"Don't worry. I understand," Wallace said with a strained smile plastered on his face as he repeatedly nodded.
"Your talent is obvious to all of us present, Ms. Steward, but we're in the middle of a unique situation here. To silence the rumors once and for all, we need a more convincing way to showcase your ability.
"Please trust us and give us a moment. You'll have an answer soon."
While talking, he politely ushered her toward the door.
Still dazed, Annie found herself gently escorted out of the lounge and into the hallway. Everything felt strangely unreal, and Wallace's attitude didn't sit right with her.
But since he'd promised a fair result, waiting was all she could do at this point.
…
In the lounge, Wallace let out a long, relieved breath once Annie was gone. He carefully turned toward the curtain and called out, "Mr. Parker…"
Christian stepped out from behind the curtains. He realized that Annie had always found a way to handle her crises and didn't seem as weak as he'd expected.
Even so, he wouldn't let her suffer the slightest injustice.
"Proceed."
As if granted amnesty, Wallace immediately turned and hurried away.
Half an hour later, all contestants were summoned into the hall. The head of the judging panel, Wallace, took the center of the stage with a microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, contestants, good afternoon. After an urgent review by the judging panel, and in light of the incident that occurred earlier, the panel has unanimously decided to revise the rules for the final round of the contest."
A wave of shock rolled through the audience. Changing rules mid-contest, especially at a major fashion design contest, was almost unheard of.


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