My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 196 : As If She Were A Noble Lily.

Chapter 196 : As if she were a noble lily.

Micaela had seen it and had known she would be treated that way because of Adriana's urging.

Before Adriana could finish, Micaela interrupted her.

-An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I don't know how to despise one, but I know how to treat well

those who treat me well. If you provoke me, I won't let myself be mistreated.

Alba looked at Micaela. She had changed a lot compared to before. Was it because she was with

Aguayo and had a strong mind that she didn't fear anything?

What Micaela said was true. She was financing the orphanage where she had been sheltered as a

child. And Alba also felt that Micaela did a lot of things for her.

The models were frightened by Micaela's steady gaze. Since she had the support of Eric and Mr.

Sarmiento they feared that she would take revenge on them for what happened this day.

They weren't sure if they were still failing her.

Micaela looked towards Adriana thinking that she still occupied the mansion that belonged to her

Adriana and even stole her dream, she was furious.

-Adriana, the two of us, we compete now, okay?

Alba knew that Micaela wanted to beat Adriana to frighten the others.

She did well, but...

-Here is the studio to rehearse, we can only compete in professional modeling how dare you throw me

a challenge? It's not as easy as your design!

Micaela laughed.

-Okay. We compete in walking posture and stamina.

Everyone was surprised. But Micaela still didn't finish the words.

-You don't trust Mr. Eric, and I don't trust the models, because you know clearly why they reign here.

The models looked at each other wondering if Adriana and Ivanna were saying the words to them in

the morning just to take advantage of them.

Alba understood Micaela's intention. She took out her cell phone.

-We broadcast this competition live. Let the viewers decide the winner.

The others reflected. We were thankful they didn't say anything. Micaela was popular at the moment,

they couldn't beat her on the line. It wasn't professional Micaela, if she lost, no one would look down on

her, but for Adriana, she wouldn't win anything if she beat Micaela and even if she lost, it would be

worse.

Adriana laughed coldly. She was not easy to be fooled.

-There's no need. If I beat you, they'd say I mistreated you. We let Mr. Eric decide the winner. We

compete in Mr. Eric's imitation. Agreed?

Adriana was staring at Micaela...

Eric frowned. Adriana was difficult to deal with.

Micaela nodded her head as she saw his look of affirmative.

-Okay.

All the models were waiting for him. It was many years after his last parade. Many of the models hadn't

seen him.

Eric stepped forward and took the folder in the model's hands and handed it to Alba. He looked at

Micaela and Adriana, who were wearing skinny pants.

-Eric said, "No need. I'll put a book on your heads and one between your legs. You wear high heels and

stop. The one who drops the books loses.

Alba thought it wasn't difficult, but she was wrong.

The books were just papers. They were so light that the wind could blow them away.

Everyone gathered in the middle of the studio. When Eric finished saying the rules, the competition

began.

Adriana stopped as Eric demanded and looked ahead.

The models thought Adriana would clearly win. Did Eric really want Micaela to win?

Adriana stopped to the left. Her posture was perfect.

And Eric stopped in the middle. Although he was a man, but he didn't do well wearing high heels.

Some models were embarrassed because they didn't do as good as Eric. If they wore skirts, they

would be more attractive than women.

And Micaela on the right. She would stop as Eric said and squeeze the book between her legs. She

would hold her head up with a book on top of it. One of her hands was relaxed and the other was

cupped. Her expression was cold as if she was a noble lily.

The model's thoughts changed. They couldn't be sure of the winner seeing Micaela like this.

Eric looked at Micaela in the mirror with admiration. Micaela was learning it early.

She was so capable that he doubted she had learned to do pageantry. Besides, she had the elegance

that no one could imitate.

The three of them stopped quietly. No one dared to speak fearing they would be disturbed.

Alba wiped away the sweat. It was hot, and there were many people in the studio. But the air

conditioner was on the ceiling. It was possible to drag the books down from their heads.

No one turned on the unit.

They began to murmur.

-Yes, Micaela has the capacity. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

-It's been three hours. I can't do it.

-My Gods. I admire them.

Alba took out her cell phone. She couldn't let Micaela continue to suffer.