Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 162

I ignored her and went straight into the conference room where our works would be evaluated by the judges.

This time, the judges would evaluate our works in public.

Everyone of us would present our works at the same time for the judges' evaluation.

By the time I got in, a few people had been sitting there.

They all looked at me with gloating.

I didn't say a word to anyone. And I just sat in a corner.

Soon, Patrick came in surrounded by the crowd with Caroline following behind him.

Originally, Caroline was walking next to him. When she saw me, her eyes suddenly lit up. And she shouted, "Charlotte!"

She ran over to me.

Sitting next to me, she says as her face was full of joy, "I heard that you've entered the final. So I came here specifically. I've been looking for you just now." "How is Grandma?"

I looked at her.

Except for Rosy, I didn't want to talk with Caroline about anything else at all.

"Grandma?" It seemed that Caroline didn't expect that I would ask her about Rosy's situation directly. After thinking for a while, she said, "She is still the same as she used to be. But at first, my aunt wanted to turn off her breathing machine. But now she said that she wouldn't do so. It's strange."

Fortunately, Tracy did what I had said.

Mabel sat in front of me. Seeing Caroline talking cheerfully with me, she came over and said in a moderate voice, "She has been living with Mr. Cowell over these days."

Originally, Caroline was talking to me happily. However, when she heard Mabel's words, she immediately became fierce and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Charlotte isn't such a person."

"Are you sure? She has been living with Mr. Cowell every day over the past two weeks. They are so intimate and close."

After Mabel said that, others echoed, "Yes, we also saw that."

Caroline looked at me. And the look on her face indicated that she was a little embarrassed.

She wanted to say something. But she didn't say it.

Mabel and others talked about the things that had happened over these days in an even more exaggerated tone as they talked in a voice that could only be audible to Caroline and me.

As Caroline heard their words, her face turned pale.

Finally, she couldn't sit still and said, "I, I'll go and find Mr. Cowell first."

After that, she got up and left.

Mabel looked at me with a look indicating that she was waiting for a good show.

At this time, Jeremy brought in four people from outside. I knew one of them who was the manager of this resort.

There were three other ones, including two men and one woman.

The two men had black hair and brown skin, indicating that they were locals as us at a glance.

And the woman was a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes.

Although no one had seen Lance Harris before, we all thought that he surely was a man.

"Could it be that Lance Harris didn't come?"

"If he doesn't come, I won't think it's strange. After all, Lance Harris is a weird person. Even if he agrees, it's normal for him to go back on his words."

I sat there.

After about half an hour's cooperation, the evaluation of our works began.

First, we presented our works one after another.

Among the works, a room with a Chinese-style courtyard caught the crowd's eyes.

When this work was presented, everyone's reaction was the same as mine. And they all looked amazed.

On the other hand, Mabel's face was full of pride.

Without any other guessings needed, I knew it surely was her work.

As for who would claim the championship, it seemed to be set in stone.

Then, we went up to talk about our works one by one and explained our design concepts.

My work was deeply influenced by Nancy. And it was very simple compared with other works.

Even so, the room I designed was very practical. Because it was designed for the disabled, including the blind. With a lot of delicate details, it was well-designed.

When I finished presenting my work, I glanced at Mabel.

She looked disdainful and even mockful.

But I looked at the judges again and saw that every one of them was listening carefully. And I couldn't see anything from their expressions.

Mabel was the last one to go up and talk about her work.

She described her design concept very clearly, including seeing different scenery as visitors wandering around in the Chinese-style courtyard, ideas represented in the landscape, seeing the details through the big picture, and so on.

Although I didn't understand a lot of her concepts, I felt that she was very powerful as I listened to her narration.

In fact, at this moment, I admired Mabel so much.

When Mabel finished speaking, she said with a confident look on her face, "Thank you." Then she was about to step down from the stage...

"Hahahaha!"

A burst of irritable laughter came from the judges' seats.

I looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was one of the two male referees who was laughing.

He was sort of the most special one among the three judges.

He was about fifty years old. With long hair, he wore a loose T-shirt, pants, and flip-flops.

He looked a bit like...

"A rogue?"

"I'm not questioning the level of the ones that Patrick hired. But this person does give me such a feeling."

Seeing the man smile, Mabel immediately became unhappy, "What are you laughing at?"

"Hahahaha." The man was still laughing. It took him a long time to stop laughing. Then he pointed at her work and said, "How come you are so cheeky as to call it a Chinese Garden? Did you just say that you referred to the design of Archaic Architecture Sect?"

"Of course!"

Mabel stood there. Although her back was straight, her voice clearly indicated that she wasn't confident enough.

"Could it be that she, who was talking nonsense, met an expert?"

When I was making wild guesses, the man suddenly stopped laughing and said, "Then I'll tell you, an amateur, what's wrong with your work."

After that, he stood up, walked to the platform, and picked up a pen as he started to talk about the problems of Mabel's design little by little.

Some parts of Mabel's design seemed to be very high-end and profound, which was like what Nancy had said...

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However, after the judge finished his words, I found that she had made a mistake by doing so.

After the judge finished speaking, he threw the pen away and said coldly, "It's a shame that you, an amateur who doesn't know the design throughly, are so cheeky as to design such a work."

By the time the judge finished his words, Mabel had got a gloomy look on her face.

After he fmsihed his words, Mabel finally couldn't stand him anymore. She pointed at him and said, "Who are you? On what grounds can you say so to me? You, a judge in such an outfit, don't even know how to respect me basically. How dare you scold me?"

"Who am I?"

The judge looked at her mockingly.

"Yes!" It seemed that Mabel didn't want to miss the bonus of the competition. She stood up straight and said, "Let me tell you, I have studied this specially. Even if someone of Archaic Architecture Sect is here, they won't think there is any problems with my work!"

"Hahahaha!"

As soon as Mabel finished speaking, the judge burst out laughing.

Jeremy could not bear the scene anymore. So he walked over and said to Mabel, "He is the famous designer, Lance Harris."

"What?" Mabel was shocked!

I was also surprised.

"Is Lance Harris a local?"

I was incredulous.

Mabel obviously had the same idea as me. She looked at the judge up and down and sneered, "It's said that Lance Harris hadn't ever shown up in public. Could it be that you have found a fake one?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Jeremy got a little angry and wanted to stop her.

Mabel continued, "Am I talking nonsense? Let him prove that he is Lance Harris!"