Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Not Qualified
Unable to accept the reality, Evelyn Curtis inadvertently let her phone slip from her hands, causing several cracks to appear on the screen.
Looking at her cracked phone, Lucy found it somewhat painful, already thinking about replacing the screen.
And since Evelyn wasn’t going to compensate her for it, Lucy had no choice but to silently cover the cost.
"Impossible, how could this happen..." Evelyn mumbled, her face filled with disbelief.
She had heard of Joy’s reputation before, and had sought to borrow one of Joy’s dress designs to dazzle the crowds at an event.
After asking around, Evelyn finally managed to get Joy’s assistant’s contact details, and explained her intention.
"Sorry, but you’re not qualified enough."
Despite asking so nicely and sincerely, she’d gotten a cold rejection from Joy’s side, and was directly told she wasn’t of high enough status.
Now knowing that behind all these humiliations was Charlotte Thompson, Evelyn was on the verge of bursting with anger.
Just tidied by Lucy, the table was once again swept clean by Evelyn.
Lucy, weary beyond words, squatted down to pick up the pieces again.
What had just happened was only a halftime break, to give the contestants and the audience some time to catch their breath.
The break lasted only ten minutes.
Once the time was up, all the contestants gathered on the stage again, waiting for the announcement of the competition results.
Evelyn returned to her seat on the judging panel, acting calm and elegant.
As if the person backstage who was furiously venting hadn’t been her.
The number of votes was still fluctuating. Apart from the few lagging behind, everyone else’s numbers were rising steadily.
The atmosphere on stage was becoming tense, as all the hard work over the past few days was to be revealed at this moment.
"There are three minutes left until our voting window closes, dear audience, please quickly cast your precious vote for your favorite contestant."
To prevent vote rigging, the organizers set a rule of one person, one vote during the voting stage.
The host was trying to elevate the atmosphere, but the tension had not diminished, instead everyone was becoming more anxious.
Everyone’s faces were covered with a thin layer of sweat, with their hands tightly clasping together, their palms wet and they didn’t even notice.
"I’m going to call my aunts and uncles to vote for Charlotte. Wait for me, Charlotte!"
"I’ve already sent a message to my class group. Wait for my good news."
"I’ve secured twelve votes, quickly praise me."
The audience was scrambling to secure votes for their favorite candidates, and were coming up with all sorts of methods to do so. Everyone didn’t want to fall behind.
Charlotte Thompson just calmly observed the competition.
Compared to the other contestants’ nervousness, Charlotte had been at ease from beginning to end.
Not because the competition wasn’t important, but because the decisive power lay in the hands of the audience, and getting nervous was of no avail.
One might as well have a relaxed mindset, for adding pressure would only add worry.
"Time’s up, the voting session is over. Let’s guess who will be the last champion?"
The host deliberately left a cliffhanger as the camera panned over each contestant’s face.
The backstage crew handed a report with the voting statistics to the host, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on it.
"The voting results are in my hands. Did your vote become the key one for the champion?"
You have to admit, the host knew how to keep the rhythm, a few words stirring everyone’s heart.
The cameraman also knew how to capture people’s hearts. The lens zoomed in on the report in his hand, but nothing could be seen.
"The champion must be Charlotte."
"Quickly announce the result, I’m so nervous that I’m going to poke a hole through my phone screen."
"It has to be Charlotte!"
"If it’s not Charlotte, I’ll live stream myself eating noodles while doing a handstand!"
"Hahaha, me too, I can live stream myself kneeling down in a handstand, please vote for Charlotte."