Chapter 699
Isabella’s eyes popped out when she heard the name Sabrina. How in the world did this girl know Sabrina? She even had Sabrina’s contact info.
After all, the contestants from M Country were led by Sabrina, the president of the Garment Association of M Country. They were attending the International Fashion Design competition today.
Was this girl threatening her by dropping Sabrina’s name because she knew about this beforehand?
Before Isabella could say anything, Sabrina rushed over. On seeing Arabella, she immediately cracked a warm smile, shaking hands with her amiably. She even addressed Arabella as a ‘teacher‘, showing extreme respect.
Isabella didn’t know who this girl was, but anyone who could make the usually arrogant Sabrina call them ‘teacher‘ had to be something special.
“Teacher, what happened here?” Sabrina asked in fluent Solterran. Spotting Isabella, she turned and scolded her harshly in M Country’s language for offending the teacher, her tone filled with accusation and dissatisfaction.
Arabella said, “It’s fine for contestants to compete, but if it escalates to an international incident, isn’t that neglecting the friendship between our two nations?”
Hearing this, Sabrina immediately grasped the gravity of the situation.
Arabella continued, “Today’s participants are all top three from their countries. They represent not just the design skills but also the image of their nations. But I’m sorry to say, I don’t see the manners and discipline that your country stands for in this contestant. I even think she’s unfit to be here.”
!
“Sorry, I’m really sorry. Sabrina seemed to understand the situation. She turned to Isabella, demanding her to apologize immediately in a stern voice.
Isabella apologized in M Country’s language. She didn’t expect this girl to be so high–profiled, even enough to make Sabrina nervous.
Arabella raised an eyebrow at her, “Weren’t you cursing quite fluently in Solterran just now?”
Isabella got the hint and apologized in Solterran, “I’m sorry, I was rude to you earlier.”
“You indeed were,” Arabella looked at her seriously, “And you forgot someone else.”
Isabella had to turn to Molly and apologize again, “I’m sorry.”
“Isabella, right?” Molly glared at her, her fists clenched, vowing silently, “I’ll show you who the real trash is.”
Isabella held back her anger for now to avoid more trouble, but she’d remember this grudge.
Watching them walk away, Molly clung to Arabella, “Bella, I’m so glad you’re here! I feel much better with you around. But isn’t it Friday today? Did you take a leave from school?”
Arabella answered frankly, “No.”
Molly, “Oh right, you have the privilege of school. They wouldn’t say anything even if you skip the whole semester.”
That’s awesome!
Only those with perfect scores got this kind of treatment.
“Go assemble, and the competition is about to start.” Arabella added, “Don’t be nervous. Just treat it like any other day. Oh, and there’s a surprise later, don’t freak out.”
“Huh? A surprise? What could it be?” Molly was curious about the surprise Arabella mentioned. Could it be a secret weapon for the competition? “Just go assemble.” Arabella chuckled without giving anything away.
“Okay, I promise I won’t freak out! I’ve been in big situations before, and I can handle anything.”
Molly left full of confidence and excitement to assemble, little did she know that she’d soon break her promise.
Backstage.
A woman in her thirties from Y Country approached Molly, “You’re Molly, the champion of Solterra. I’m Penny, and I hope you remember
Molly felt the hostility but still asked politely, “Can I help you?”
my name.”
Penny said haughtily, “I got the video of your competition through connections. Honestly, I think your assistant is more capable than you.”
