Chapter 329 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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“I’d like to see how you’re going to decide my fate,” Isabella didn’t leave, folding her arms across her chest as if wanting to see Mirabella make a fool of herself.

Mirabella took out her phone and called, “Sabrina, come over here, at the main entrance.”

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 Mirabella, she immediately cracked a warm smile, shaking hands with her amiably. She even addressed Mirabella 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.

Mirabella 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.

Mirabella 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.

Mirabella 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,” Mirabella 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 Mirabella, “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?”

Mirabella 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.” Mirabella 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 Mirabella mentioned. Could it be a secret weapon for the competition? “Just go assemble.” Mirabella 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.”

“Right? I also think she’s pretty capable. Solterra has a lot of talented people, not like you guys; your ability level is as clear as day.”

Penny was obviously provoked, just about to blow up, but then she started laughing, “Today’s competition is broadcast worldwide. If you lose, don’t cry, don’t embarrass your country.”

“Don’t worry, the one crying definitely won’t be me. But you, did you bring enough tissues?”

Penny, “You!”

Molly, “I’ve seen the three matches you participated in Y Country. To be honest, the only way to describe your performance is a total disaster. I really don’t understand why you have the nerve to talk to me like this. Talk is cheap. The competition is what matters most. It’s much more important than your empty words, right?”

The second and third–place winners from Solterra couldn’t help but applaud.

“So you’re Molly? You’re really awesome! Look, you pissed her off.”

“These people are so arrogant. She wouldn’t stop talking in front of me just now, but out of politeness, I didn’t confront her directly. Molly, you’re amazing! I came in second in the last competition, my name is Lilian, nice to meet you!”

1 came in third, and my name is Odelia. You said you watched Penny’s competition videos. Where did you watch them? I couldn’t find them online.”

“Me neither. I looked for a long time but couldn’t find them.”

“Well. I was just trying to scare her.” Molly mischievously smiled and didn’t reveal the truth.

In fact, not only Penny’s competition videos, but she watched all the videos of all the competitors who participated today, all found by Mirabella!

This was what they call being fully prepared!

But Mirabella just told her there would be a surprise later. What would the surprise be?

Judges‘ bench.

Mirabella obediently greeted the person next to her, “Hans”

“Have you had breakfast?” Hans‘ voice sounded very gentle because his sister was acting as a judge, so he reluctantly agreed to today’s invitation, wanting to spend more time with his sister.

Even he sent a picture to his brothers, waiting for their reply in a good mood.

Soon, all his brothers replied: [Get lost.]

Mirabella obediently answered, “I’ve had breakfast.”

Everyone around was stunned. They didn’t expect the usually cold Hans to have such a gentle side.

Did he seem to dote on that girl a lot?

“Romeo dropped you off last night?”

“Yes, he’s now at the Dawnstar branch handling some business.”

“After the competition ends later, I’ll take you to visit our company here.”

Mirabella, “Okay.”

Soon, the first round of competition began.

Molly was not nervous when she went on stage, but when she saw Mirabella sitting on the judge’s bench, she was completely stunned.

The key point was that in front of Mirabella’s seat, there was a card with the judge’s name on it. It read, Queen Abby.

She felt like she’d been struck by lightning, unable to believe that her idol, the Queen Abby she’d worshiped and desperately wanted to meet, had been by her side all along.

Mirabella watched her with amusement. Hadn’t she claimed to have seen it all to be able to handle any surprise?

Well, it didn’t look like she’d quite recovered from this one yet.

Molly was stunned. She thought back to the sketches she’d given Mirabella. With just a few strokes, Mirabella had always managed to transform them into something even better.

She had noticed that Mirabella’s design style was similar to Queen Abby’s, a daring, unique expression.

She had even asked Mirabella, in a whisper, whether Queen Abby was a man or a woman and if she was old.

Back then, Mirabella had told her that Queen Abby was a woman and that she wasn’t old. She had even asked Mirabella if she’d ever met Queen Abby.

In retrospect, she felt pretty dumb for not realizing that the famous master was right in front of her!

If it hadn’t been for Mirabella, her life would have been completely different.

She had wanted Queen Abby’s autograph, but as a small–time designer, she’d had no chance of meeting her.

Mirabella had encouraged her to enter the competition. She remembered how the contest required an assistant, but she had no reputation or confidence, and her colleagues didn’t want to be her assistant because they knew their own abilities.

As designers, they didn’t want to embarrass themselves at a design contest.

Mirabella had offered to go with her, giving her the courage and confidence to submit her application at the last minute.

Mirabella had been a great help on her journey as a designer, not only helping her revise sketches and giving her advice but also clearing her name.

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