The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 391

Seeing this, some bad-tempered people watching the live broadcast on the back of the venue

immediately cursed out, and so did those watching this online.

Damian who was sitting in the area for the Xavier Group sighed and said, "Why do people keep

creating trouble for themselves? This Miss Horton is so good at her job."

Derek's smile broadened.

They did have made some preparations, but this woman was playing a supporting role.

The faces of those from the Horton family were livid. Robert stared at Judy as if he was about to rush

onto the stage and strangle her at any moment.

At this moment, Robert regretted having proposed the competition.

Judy was completely unaware of the public anger she had caused and did not respond to the model

girl's apology at all. She still looked disgusted at the model.

She took a deep breath and threw the ruler to her assistant with a gloomy face, asking her assistant to

measure the model.

While Nora was concentrating on her work, and there was a girl who had been burned all over in her

team.

There were burn marks on her arms, thighs, neck, and face.

She looked at the female model in front of her, with no fear or disgust on her face. She fell into her own

thoughts while looking at the drawings in front of her.

It was summer when people wore less. But there were too many scars on the model. Even if she could

cover the model's lower body and arms, what about the neck?

Nora frowned. If she did this, the model would look heavy. The most difficult part was the face.

How could she cover up these scars, and at the same time, reflect the cool summer...

Suddenly, something flashed through her mind. She knew what she could do.

A faint smile slowly formed at the corner of Nora's mouth. She quickly began to draw. Fortunately, the

model with burn marks was tall and had a nice shape, making it easier for her to design.

She put her thoughts into a design. And quickly, a sleeveless, strapless, light blue dress with scales

appeared.

Nora also carefully observed the size and location of the scars on the model's arms and neck, as well

as the color of the scars on her face. She then marked them down on her design.

She took the blue cloth and took the cloth of dark blue and light blue. She quickly cut out the outline of

the model and began to sew it by machine.

It was just a crude sample, so it was easy to make, and Nora finished it in a few minutes.

Nora brought the model into the compartment and asked her to try it on to see if there was anything

she needed to change.

She then asked two assistants for help. One entered the compartment and, as she requested, put

makeup on the model. The other attached graduated blue scales to her sample dress.

Nora took a deep breath and looked at her second model.

Judy, on the other hand, frowned with the pen in her hand after receiving the data that her assistant

had got. She really couldn't do it. The woman was disgusting! Even if she put the diamond on her body,

she was still disgusting.

She had never been in such a ridiculous competition.

As a result, she had wasted half an hour. She didn't have one design now. She simply threw down the

pen and ignored the model. Instead of wasting time, she decided to do another one.

She looked at her first model, a plump, fair-skinned woman.

Judy glanced at the fat around her waist and abdomen in disgust, then withdrew her gaze and began to

sketch on the paper with a pen in her hand. She was a European.

For this type of model, the first thing that came to her mind was the European court dress. That kind of

court dress could cover the fat below the waist, but the part upper the waist should be slim. Only then

the model and dress would look pretty.

She was very upset, but she didn't stop drawing. She had to have an outline.

The court dress was very complicated, especially the patterns and accessories on it. If she lost those,

there would be something missing.

Judy had completely forgotten the time limit for the competition, and she was drawing angrily.

Although not even one-seventh of the time had passed, the six judges had a rough guess of the result.

No matter how talented Miss Judy was in design, according to the rules of this competition, she was

more than 70% likely to lose.

Seven hours was not too much for a designer who had to design seven sets of clothes.

But for those watching this, it was a solid seven hours.

The six judges could take a break.

It was impossible for the audience outside to watch this for seven hours, so the crowd gradually

dispersed after a while. Some decided to watch the replay later and some decided to go home and

watch the live broadcast now.

Few people made comments or argued online for a while.

Derek looked at his son who looked sleepy, smiled, and put him on his lap. "Have a nap."

The little guy shook his head and said, "I don't want to miss mom's competition."

"You won't. There are more than two hours left. I'll wake you up when time's up. I won't let you miss it."

Easton was too sleepy. He liked running around in the first place. It was a miracle that he could sit

quietly for so long.

In the end, he could not resist the drowsiness and fell asleep in his father's arms.

Damian frowned. "Boss, seven dresses in seven hours? Is it too difficult?" Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Speaking of which, Derek also felt he had made a little mistake. When he made the rules, he was just

thinking about how to make things difficult for Judy Horton, so he forgot that his wife would be in the

competition too.

He frowned and did not speak.

But Derek was worried for nothing. It was normal for a designer to spend the whole day drawing.

Time passed by.

More than five hours later, Nora had completed the designs of six models and was now working on the

last one.

Her two assistants were nowhere were in the compartment, putting makeup on the model, putting on

clothes, doing some changes, and so on.

At first, Nora would try her best to make her models look as stunning as possible.