Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Hot Search
"Miss Thompson, should I go buy some ice for you? To soothe the pain?"
"No need, I’m not being overly sensitive."
With that, Coco had to step aside and stay quiet.
Seeing this, Charlotte smiled inwardly at Coco’s previously displayed, uninhibited bravery.
Such a good lass, truly wonderful.
Charlotte began to close her eyes to rest, formulating the composition of her creation for the second round of competition.
...
In the hallway.
"Evelyn, wait for me..."
Evelyn Curtis, striding ahead in her high heels as if she was weightless, seemed to move with a lightness fueled by anger.
Lucy, laden with Evelyn’s stuff, was struggling to keep up.
Evelyn, as though she hadn’t heard Lucy at all, quickened her pace and ducked into her rest room.
Sitting indoors without feeling the chill of the 16°C air conditioning, she was fuming, stomping her feet angrily.
Lucy hurried inside, gasping for breath after she set down the stuff.
"Evelyn, please don’t be angry."
"How can I not be angry? All those designers were staring at me like vultures, each and every one watching as if they were enjoying a show, as though they wanted to trample me into the mud!"
Evelyn Curtis was simmering with uncontrollable rage.
"Did they forget all those sweet words they said when they flattered me before?"
"Only one competition has passed, and they’re all starting to nitpick my flaws? Wearing a counterfeit? That’s better than those lesser-known designers," she scoffed. "They can’t even afford a counterfeit!"
"Yes, yes, those designers are narrow-minded. Evelyn, please don’t lower yourself to their level."
Lucy knew Evelyn’s temper well, and could only placate her at this moment.
"Lower myself to their level? Are they deserving?"
The word ’contempt’ was written all over Evelyn’s face.
She was standing on an enviable pedestal now, naturally a world above the rest.
"They’re not, so Evelyn, please don’t be angry. You’ll harm your health, and it’s not worth it."
"I’m angry at that Charlotte Thompson, for stealing my thunder and then acting innocent like a saint! Who gave her the audacity to act so arrogantly when she lacks any real talent?"
"Such arrogance, no respect for the rules! And that face of hers, every time I see her, I remember..."
"Remember what, Evelyn?"
Evelyn seemed slightly dazed, she paused before declaring, "Nothing."
She almost blurted out Sophie Allen’s name.
The damn woman, even in death, she’s still a nuisance!
Lucy did not press further, instead, she chuckled in agreement: "Fortunately, Evelyn, didn’t you slap her? That’s a lesson well served."
"I noticed Charlotte’s red face. It must have hurt, so that’s what she gets."
Upon hearing this, Evelyn felt considerably better.
Tired from her tantrum, she reached for a drink from Lucy and took a few sips before settling down to rest.
However, not long after, Lucy came rushing back in.
The noise she made caused Evelyn, who had her eyes closed, to frown.
"What is it? You look panicked."
At that question, Lucy seemed to choke on her words, as if something was stuck in her throat, stuttering and failing to speak out.
Evelyn lost her patience, opened her eyes, and focused on Lucy’s face in the mirror.
"Are you dumb? Can’t you speak?"
"Evelyn... You... You better see for yourself!"
Shaking, Lucy handed her phone to Evelyn.
Impatiently, Evelyn rolled her eyes and swiped across the screen with her jewel-encrusted fingers.
Her expression grew bleaker with each swipe.
The phone displayed a Weibo page—a hot search topic about "Evelyn Curtis Wearing a Counterfeit."
The mocking and ridiculing comments from the netizens made Evelyn’s face flush.
From rage!