While the other designers requested various tools, Katelyn was the only one who chose to rely solely on her hands. She remained calm and composed, keeping a low profile in contrast to the others. Seconds turned into minutes, and before long, thirty minutes had passed.

The host, standing center stage, addressed the live stream camera. “Time’s up. Let’s take a look at how the designers have fared.” As those words echoed in the room, Katelyn was already done with her task.

Ashlyn began to put down her work as well, but Fiona was still racing against the clock, her hands moving rapidly.

Those who had been tidying up or attending to other tasks returned to watch eagerly. All eyes were now on the final results. In any other live stream, viewers would have lost interest during such a long lull, but surprisingly, the number of viewers here continued to rise steadily.

“Now, let’s take a look at the first designer’s creation.”

As the host finished her announcement, royal guards stepped forward to collect the first designer’s piece.

The designer, visibly pale and drenched in sweat, stood nervously. The other designers watched in shock as the guards brought the piece forward.

Even the most experienced host found herself momentarily thrown off balance.

“Why are you just standing there? Say something!”

The director’s voice crackled through her earpiece, snapping her back to reality. Shifting her gaze to the designer’s work, the host regained her composure and said, “This designer’s submission does not meet the required standards. As a result, we are disqualifying her.” Without consulting the judges, the host made the call on her own.

Surprisingly, no one ed to her decision. It was clear to everyone that the designer lacked the necessary skills. The necklace she had created wasn’t even a recognizable shape. Her lack of craftsmanship was undeniable.

Katelyn observed her with a hint of curiosity. Despite being a master of sketching, it was clear she was struggling with the actual design work. The designers in this competition were all well-known names, and it was no surprise that her past work had earned her a significant following.

It was obvious that this designer lacked any real skill. Most likely, her designs were outsourced, lacking her personal touch. Behind all the talk, there was nothing to show for it. The audacity she had to even show up was almost unbelievable. Her boldness knew no bounds.

Though Ashlyn and Katelyn couldn’t exchange words, a simple glance between them spoke volumes—they both shared the same realization. Instead of causing a scene, the designer quietly accepted her fate and walked away.

Meanwhile, the comment section of the live broadcast exploded with reactions.

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“I can’t believe this! I used to admire her work, but now I see it was all someone else’s effort!”

“This is karma. These people had it coming. Did they honestly think the royal family wouldn’t catch on? The truth’s finally out!”

“I can’t believe this. I feel completely ripped off. I’m done supporting her work.”

The energy in the live stream shifted dramatically, as the once-dull broadcast now sparked renewed interest. The royal family had stepped in to expose the truth behind the fakes.

Fiona watched the designer being escorted out, her sneer barely hidden. “She got exactly what she deserved.”

Ashlyn raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flickering across her face. Fiona’s words struck a chord, oddly satisfying to hear.

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