Katelyn had been working late recently, so she carried the candy with her as a precaution against low blood sugar.

Ashlyn hesitated as she eyed the candy, a strange feeling tightening in her throat, making it hard to accept. Still, she murmured softly, “Thank you.”

Katelyn smiled gently, her expression calm. It was just a candy, after all.

Ashlyn slowly unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth, the sweetness quickly spreading across her tongue. Ashlyn knew the discomfort she was feeling was a result of Sophia’s poison, but after eating the candy, whether it was psychological or not, the pain seemed to ease slightly.

However, a bitter taste soon began to coat her tongue. She had ill intentions toward Katelyn, yet the girl’s kindness was so genuine, it made Ashlyn feel uneasy.

Meanwhile, the judges on stage continued to give their scores. After Zandra announced the results, she quickly moved on to the next presentation.

“Next, presenting the design by Designer Ashlyn Marshall.”

Katelyn’s gaze shifted to the work being brought on stage by the staff. It was bold and striking—exaggerated in its design. The piece featured a snake theme, adorned with shimmering blue diamonds. The only hint of contrast came from the snake’s eyes, which were set with deep red gems. The piece now seemed to come alive with energy.

However, it was clear that such a bold necklace would require someone with a commanding presence to truly pull it off. Still, it was evident that Ashlyn had put a great deal of effort into crafting this design.

Katelyn offered a genuine compliment.

“This design is truly impressive.”

The daring use of materials spoke volumes, subtly showing that Ashlyn, a lady from the Marshall family, had great confidence in her abilities.

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Ashlyn smiled, her gaze fixed on the piece displayed on stage. Unlike most designers, she favored exclusive, one-of-a-kind creations. Such designs demanded a significant amount of resources to bring to life. But as long as she created what she envisioned, it was always bound to be remarkable.

The judges awarded her a high score across the board. Zandra beamed at the audience and announced, “The judges’ total score is nine-point-six.”

Katelyn glanced at Ashlyn and offered a light smile.

“Congratulations.” It was the highest score so far.

While some beamed with pride, others were not as pleased. Lise’s face twisted into an expression of clear displeasure. She had once held the highest score, but Ashlyn had now exceeded her. Lise felt a surge of indignation, but there was nothing she could do to change the outcome.

Ruby had been about to say something, but before she could, Zandra announced, “Next, presenting the work of designer Ruby Lopez.” A smile instantly spread across Ruby’s face—finally, it was her turn. Lise, however, rolled her eyes at Ruby’s enthusiasm, unwilling to engage with Ruby any longer.

When the judges’ scores were revealed, Zandra announced, “Nine-point-five.”

Lise’s expression immediately froze. It was higher than hers by 0.1 points. How could this insufferable woman not have scored an eight? How could such a mediocre piece receive a 9.5?

Ruby turned to Katelyn with a look of immense pride.

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