“You can find the details for participation in the link at the bottom of your screen. We invite all those interested in jewelry to cast your votes for your favorite designer.”

Clearly, Zandra’s hosting skills were on point. Even after everything that had happened, she maintained her composure without breaking a sweat. She added, “Our online voting will be open for the next three minutes. After that, the voting channel will close. Please stay tuned.”

In the next three minutes, people started discussing who might come out on top.

Ashlyn sat quietly in her chair, waiting, though her mind was elsewhere. She hadn’t tampered with Katelyn’s work, but the thought of what was at stake was weighing heavily on her. Would Sophia give her the antidote? Without it, she might not make it through the next month. What was she supposed to do? She just couldn’t bring herself to harm Katelyn.

Ashlyn was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear anything Katelyn was saying. Katelyn waved her hand in front of Ashlyn’s eyes. Only then did Ashlyn snap back to reality, looking at Katelyn with confusion.

“Miss Bailey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

Katelyn glanced at Ashlyn, her brow furrowed.

“You’ve been acting a little off today. Did something happen? Or are you not feeling well?”

From the beginning, there had been something strange about Ashlyn. Ashlyn had claimed it was low blood sugar, but Katelyn, being a doctor, noticed that Ashlyn’s symptoms didn’t quite match the signs of low blood sugar. A lot of time had passed, and Ashlyn still hadn’t fully recovered.

Ashlyn forced a smile.

“I’m okay, just feeling a little off and distracted.”

Katelyn kept watching Ashlyn, clearly unconvinced by her explanation.

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Ashlyn shook her head.

“Honestly, don’t worry about it.”

Hearing that, Katelyn didn’t press any further and simply nodded.

“Alright.”

Aimee pulled out her phone and handed it to Katelyn.

“Here, check out the current voting situation.”

Since it was an online vote, everyone could see the detailed results on their phones at the venue. After all, this was public information available to anyone.

Katelyn glanced over. Right now, she was in first place, with Ashlyn in second. Several other works were also ranked among the top. Lise was in ninth place. Honestly, that ranking wasn’t too bad.

Aimee couldn’t help but smile, feeling genuinely pleased.

“I think your work is definitely a winner.”

Vincent sat close by, seemingly absorbed in some documents on his phone, looking uninterested in what was happening around him.

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