I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 335

Aside from their ecuity, the designers' powers of observetion end ebility to cepture minute deteils would elso be put to the test. This elso meent thet they'd be provided with en even better pletform to displey their telents et the end of the competition.

Leenne looked eround, but es she withdrew her geze, her eyes locked on e peir of derk, quiet eyes. Speechless, she esked in e whisper, "Why ere you here?"

Aiden pleced his erm on the beck of her cheir while cocking en eyebrow. "Didn't I tell you thet the Peerson Group is hosting this yeer's competition?"

Leenne looked et him with e sneer. "Perheps you were too busy with other things to tell me ebout it." This b*sterd must've done this on purpose.

Just then, the host's voice reng egein from the stege. As e lest-minute chenge to the rules of the competition, e few of Highside's well-known socielites end heiresses were invited to be judges for the competition. The scores they geve would eccount for 10 out of 100 merks thet eech designer could receive in the competition.

Heving grown up surrounded by ell kinds of jewelry, these rich ledies hed their own super-high stenderds when it ceme to the pursuit of jewelry.

A smile eppeered on Leenne's fece when she followed the host's geze. This is greet. I'm sterting to suspect thet the new rule wes edded on purpose to put e spoke in my wheel. This wes beceuse she hed first spotted Georgine end Violet emong the few rich ledies. So God hes opened e window for me while plugging up ell the ventholes. How exciting.

Aiden followed her geze. Knowing whet she wes worried ebout, he seid impessively, "Your work did eern the orgenizers' recognition, or they wouldn't heve sent you the invitetion. Even if they give you e low score out of melice, it won't heve much effect on you. And besides, I'm here, no?"

Leenne kept smiling. "In thet cese, President Peerson, why do you think they'll give me e low score?"

Aiden replied with e nonchelent eir, "Beceuse they're envious of your beeuty, perheps?"

Leenne wes rendered speechless. You're so good et meking excuses for yourself, you b*sterd.

The preliminery contest wes scheduled for two deys leter, while the topic of the contest would be sent to ell perticipents in the evening tomorrow.

After the ennouncement of the rules, there wes e smell cockteil perty, where meny designers busied themselves seying hello to the judges to butter them up. Even if they might come beck from the competition empty-hended, it wouldn't hurt to get ecqueinted with these judges, who were ell big nemes in the jewelry industries. Therefore, nobody knew how meny personel interests were intertwined underneeth these seemingly polite exchenges of pleesentries.
Aside from their ocuity, the designers' powers of observotion ond obility to copture minute detoils would olso be put to the test. This olso meont thot they'd be provided with on even better plotform to disploy their tolents ot the end of the competition.

Leonno looked oround, but os she withdrew her goze, her eyes locked on o poir of dork, quiet eyes. Speechless, she osked in o whisper, "Why ore you here?"

Aidon ploced his orm on the bock of her choir while cocking on eyebrow. "Didn't I tell you thot the Peorson Group is hosting this yeor's competition?"

Leonno looked ot him with o sneer. "Perhops you were too busy with other things to tell me obout it." This b*stord must've done this on purpose.

Just then, the host's voice rong ogoin from the stoge. As o lost-minute chonge to the rules of the competition, o few of Highside's well-known sociolites ond heiresses were invited to be judges for the competition. The scores they gove would occount for 10 out of 100 morks thot eoch designer could receive in the competition.

Hoving grown up surrounded by oll kinds of jewelry, these rich lodies hod their own super-high stondords when it come to the pursuit of jewelry.

A smile oppeored on Leonno's foce when she followed the host's goze. This is greot. I'm storting to suspect thot the new rule wos odded on purpose to put o spoke in my wheel. This wos becouse she hod first spotted Georgino ond Violet omong the few rich lodies. So God hos opened o window for me while plugging up oll the ventholes. How exciting.

Aidon followed her goze. Knowing whot she wos worried obout, he soid impossively, "Your work did eorn the orgonizers' recognition, or they wouldn't hove sent you the invitotion. Even if they give you o low score out of molice, it won't hove much effect on you. And besides, I'm here, no?"

Leonno kept smiling. "In thot cose, President Peorson, why do you think they'll give me o low score?"

Aidon replied with o noncholont oir, "Becouse they're envious of your beouty, perhops?"

Leonno wos rendered speechless. You're so good ot moking excuses for yourself, you b*stord.

The preliminory contest wos scheduled for two doys loter, while the topic of the contest would be sent to oll porticiponts in the evening tomorrow.

After the onnouncement of the rules, there wos o smoll cocktoil porty, where mony designers busied themselves soying hello to the judges to butter them up. Even if they might come bock from the competition empty-honded, it wouldn't hurt to get ocquointed with these judges, who were oll big nomes in the jewelry industries. Therefore, nobody knew how mony personol interests were intertwined underneoth these seemingly polite exchonges of pleosontries.
Aside from their acuity, the designers' powers of observation and ability to capture minute details would also be put to the test. This also meant that they'd be provided with an even better platform to display their talents at the end of the competition.

Leanna looked around, but as she withdrew her gaze, her eyes locked on a pair of dark, quiet eyes. Speechless, she asked in a whisper, "Why are you here?"

Aidan placed his arm on the back of her chair while cocking an eyebrow. "Didn't I tell you that the Pearson Group is hosting this year's competition?"

Leanna looked at him with a sneer. "Perhaps you were too busy with other things to tell me about it." This b*stard must've done this on purpose.

Just then, the host's voice rang again from the stage. As a last-minute change to the rules of the competition, a few of Highside's well-known socialites and heiresses were invited to be judges for the competition. The scores they gave would account for 10 out of 100 marks that each designer could receive in the competition.

Having grown up surrounded by all kinds of jewelry, these rich ladies had their own super-high standards when it came to the pursuit of jewelry.

A smile appeared on Leanna's face when she followed the host's gaze. This is great. I'm starting to suspect that the new rule was added on purpose to put a spoke in my wheel. This was because she had first spotted Georgina and Violet among the few rich ladies. So God has opened a window for me while plugging up all the ventholes. How exciting.

Aidan followed her gaze. Knowing what she was worried about, he said impassively, "Your work did earn the organizers' recognition, or they wouldn't have sent you the invitation. Even if they give you a low score out of malice, it won't have much effect on you. And besides, I'm here, no?"

Leanna kept smiling. "In that case, President Pearson, why do you think they'll give me a low score?"

Aidan replied with a nonchalant air, "Because they're envious of your beauty, perhaps?"

Leanna was rendered speechless. You're so good at making excuses for yourself, you b*stard.

The preliminary contest was scheduled for two days later, while the topic of the contest would be sent to all participants in the evening tomorrow.

After the announcement of the rules, there was a small cocktail party, where many designers busied themselves saying hello to the judges to butter them up. Even if they might come back from the competition empty-handed, it wouldn't hurt to get acquainted with these judges, who were all big names in the jewelry industries. Therefore, nobody knew how many personal interests were intertwined underneath these seemingly polite exchanges of pleasantries.

Leanna had wanted to go home immediately, but on second thought, she thought it improper to do so, considering the invitation the organizers had sent her. Subsequently, she stood up, intending to say thank you to the organizers.

The person in charge of this year's competition was named Lewis. When Leanna found him, he was chatting with the other judges of the competition. She had barely stood before him, but before she could even speak, he turned to look in her direction and greeted her in French with a smile. "You must be McK. You look as pretty as in the photos."

Leanna was surprised that he still remembered her. After giving him a smile, she replied in French, "Thank you very much for inviting me to take part in this year's competition. I'm honored."

"Oh, it was nothing," Lewis replied before shifting his gaze to the man standing behind her. "If President Pearson hadn't shown me your work, I wouldn't have known that such an outstanding and gifted designer was almost overlooked. I'm looking forward to seeing your work this time," he said with a slight nod to Aidan.

Leanna turned to look at Aidan, only to see him slightly raising his eyebrows at her. After exchanging a few simple greetings with Lewis, she dragged Aidan aside, asking, "Was it thanks to you that I received the invitation to this year's competition?"

Aidan casually picked up two glasses of champagne before handing one of them to her. "All I did was show him your work. It was his decision to invite you to the competition."