Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Billionire 59

Chapter 59 Utterly Shameless

But he was nowhere to be found in the audience. Still, Rose was certain this was the work of her star escort husband.

Just then, someone applauded in the audience. As if awoken from some spell, the rest of the audience erupted into riotous claps, giving their approval to Rose's creation.

Kelly never anticipated things to turn out like this. How could Rose have drawn up a design in such a short amount of time?

She stared intently at the design, then, as if latching onto a bone to pick, said, "It is a beautiful necklace. Yet why does it seem to be more of a pair of rings?"

As stunning as this necklace was, it wasn't derived from the design sketch itself. That meant it was bound to be disqualified!

The judges all had a look of uncertainty on their faces now as they discussed amongst themselves.

Rose turned back to the stage. She hadn't forgotten her purpose here today. She sneered, about to retort when Miles suddenly called out from the VIP seating area, his voice loud and clear.

"The fact that they're rings does go against the rules. But isn't this flame symbol on Ms. Rose's sketch a little familiar to all of us here?"

Everyone turned back to the screen, noticing the little symbol of a flame at the bottom corner of the sketch right above Rose's name.

"Ms. Kelly's sketch had the same symbol!"

audience instantly pieced

to be, Ms. Kelly?" Miles asked, staring right at

fell into her stomach. She

sorry, Rose. I can't keep this a secret anymore. I told you this competition was an important one and that you had to draw your design. Why did you have to

with speculation. Rose was nearly steaming at the ears with how shameless

your proof that I stole

have proof! But then she suddenly spotted Maya amongst the band of

had the habit of adding this flame symboll She also

for what happened at the bar the other night, so she

has always been very

suddenly filled with judgment as they turned to Rose.

stare.

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her alias, Ms. Flora, now. Not if she wanted her work to continue being

pain as her wounds flared, she croaked

rang out as well, louder than

"I have evidence!"

"I have evidencel"