Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Chapter 141

"The floral and bird pattern on this dress is pretty cool, but the design of the bust is just too plain, nothing to write home about."

"Such a dress is pretty picky about who’s wearing it. Unless you’ve got a

perfect face and a slim figure, it will be tough to pull off."

"Despite the decent graphics, it lacks anything fresh or unique."

The judges and audience all chimed in with their lukewarm reviews.

"Next, let’s welcome designer number 16 with a big applause."

This was Molly’s first time strutting her stuff on stage in a dress she designed herself.

She was a bit jittery inside, but remembering what Rosemary had told her before going on stage, she tried to keep her cool and pretend she was just strolling down a Victorian street, all carefree and

comfortable.

After a round on the stage, she garnered a lot of praise for her feminine allure – both her personal style and the dress itself radiated a strong vintage vibe.

"I thought her looks wouldn’t be able to carry off such a grand and dignified dress, but boy, was I wrong! After she changed her style, it’s like the dress was tailor–made for her. Looks amazing."

"This dress looks like it’s haute couture, designer number 16 has some serious talent."

In comparison, the dresses shown previously just seemed too plain. They didn’t leave any memorable impressions.

Hunter had his eyes on her, admiring her dress design, her curly hair and feminine poise.

He gave her a score of nine.

The other judges also chimed in with their scores, eight, nine,

After stepping off the stage, Molly was buzzing with excitement, "Rosemary, I think we might make it to the next round!"

"We were always going to." Rosemary had full confidence in their design – the combination of vintage elements and abstract art was bound to stand out. "Now, let’s invite all the designers and their

assistants up on stage with the loudest applause!".

As the host finished, the audience broke into thunderous applause..

The ten designers and their assistants all came on stage."

"The designers and their assistants have shown us their works, and the scores have been tallied."

"You can see on the big screen the highest score goes to designer number 16 and her assistant. Let’s give them a big hand for making it to the next round!" The audience erupted into applause.

Molly bowed, thanking the judges and audience for their support. She said a few words of gratitude.

Meanwhile, Rosemary remained stoic throughout.

"Let’s congratulate designers number 16, 21, and 29 once again with huge applause for making it to the next round!"

Backstage, Myra was fuming. Of the four designers she brought, none made it to the next round!

At this moment, designers number 3 and 4 returned to the lounge. Myra couldn’t help but slap them a few times.

"What’s the point of the company keeping you around for so long!? A bunch of losers! Can’t even beat a little girl from the Cooper family!"

Yolanda couldn’t believe she didn’t make the top three even though she went on stage herself. She sat dazed in front of the makeup table, not knowing how to explain this to her parents.

Before the competition, she had promised to make it to the top three.

"Yoli, my design skills are not as good as others. You can deduct it from my salary." Designer number 9 felt extremely guilty.

Yolanda cursed inwardly.

But she remained silent, unsure how to explain once she got home.

"Rose, I can’t believe I made it to the top three," Molly said softly, her voice heavy with excitement. "I’m already content, whether I win first place or not."

After all, the top three already had the qualification to participate in the international competition.

If she participated in the international competition, she would have the opportunity to meet Queen Abby.

Who knew if Queen Abby would serve as a judge for the international competition?

"If you’re gonna do it, go for gold," Rosemary said, looking ahead, her expression calm, her voice soft.

"The world only remembers the champion; nobody gives a damn about who came second or third."

Hearing this, it kinda made sense to Molly.

This reignited her determination to fight for the championship.

"Before I announce the third competition, let’s welcome our models for the day, Britanny, Bonnie, and Jolin, with a round of applause," the host said.

Everyone was surprised to hear that there were models today.

The three girls slowly walked onto the stage, leaving everyone stunned.

Were they disabled people?

"Britanny was trapped under the rubble for three days and three nights in last year’s earthquake. She didn’t just lose her left leg; she lost her family too."

"Bonnie was severely burned in a fire, leaving visible scars, making walking difficult."

"Jolin lost half of Ker left hand due to overwork in machinery operation."

"They all had to bear immense pain at such a young age. The task for this competition is for you designers to design outfits that suit them best, that can bring out their beauty."

Britanny was assigned to Molly and Rosemary’s team.

Seeing Britanny’s prosthetic leg, Molly felt a pang in her heart. Did it hurt to walk like that?

"Stop staring," Rosemary reminded her calmly.

Regardless of whether it’s out of kindness, curiosity, pity, or sympathy, the gaze from outsiders can be very troubling for the disabled.

"You’re a designer now. You should design the most suitable outfit for her. That’s your job."

Taking Rosemary’s words to heart, Molly focused her attention again. She used the materials provided by the organizers to design cool sportswear for Britanny. She didn’t ask for Rosemary’s opinion but decided to expose Britanny’s prosthetic leg.

This was exactly what Rosemary had hoped for.

In contrast, designers number 21 and 29 chose to cover the scars and disabilities of their models, trying to make them look like normal people.

Forty minutes later, the three models walked the runway wearing custom–made outfits.

Hunter picked up the microphone and asked Molly about her design concept, "Why did you decide to expose her prosthetic leg?"

Molly took the microphone and said seriously, "I want to tell Britanny and all those like her not to worry about making us uncomfortable with your prosthetics. I think it’s your unique mark, and you should

show it off confidently. You deserve to be admired and liked."

At these words, Britanny’s eyes welled up with tears.

"No one has the right to judge you, to criticize your shortcomings. You are the ones who determine your own worth. Although people often associate a healthy body with sports, in reality, sports is more about a spirit of resilience. Even if you’ve lost a leg, it can’t stop you from loving sports. You can still run on the field and show what you’re made of."

Britanny nodded, unable to hold back her tears.