Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 355

Chapter 355: Chapter 355

Phillip said, "Man, I was so short-sighted."

He didn’t expect Rose to be one of the judges, and he was over the moon. "Alright, we’ll find a time to hang out after you’re done."

"Okay," Rosemary said gently. "Don’t forget to take your medicine."

Phillip replied, "Got it, no problem. I’m about to take it right now."

A few days later, the International Fashion Design Competition was held in Dawnstar.

As soon as Molly stepped into the art gallery, she was jostled hard on the shoulder.

"Molly? The top of Solterra?"

The one who bumped into her was a blonde foreign girl, looking young and full of energy. She looked at Molly with contempt, even flipping her thumb down, saying in Solterra’s language, "Trash."

Molly was speechless. "Who are you calling trash?"

The girl retorted, "You and your country are all trash."

Hearing this provocative statement, Molly was about to flare up when a girl’s voice sounded coldly, "Is this the kind of disgrace M Country’s education system churns out? Is this the quality of your people?"

Molly turned around and saw, oh, Rosemary had arrived!

She was so excited that tears almost welled up in her eyes. "Rose!"

Her voice was choked with emotion.

God knew how nervous she’d been lately, especially after arriving in Dawnstar on a plane yesterday.

She was alone, unfamiliar with Dawnstar, and even suffered from insomnia due to anxiety.

She told Rose about her stress over the phone last night because going abroad meant she was carrying a responsibility—not to glorify her country, but at least not to disgrace it.

She wasn’t afraid of losing; she feared that people would have a bad impression of Solterra, thinking that the design level of Solterra was just so-so.

Rose had comforted and enlightened her last night, but today, Rose showed up at the competition!

This was Dawnstar!

Dawnstar!!

Rose must have taken a red-eye flight to Dawnstar to give her courage!

"You Solterrans are not qualified to comment on us," Isabella said, looking at Rosemary contemptuously, intending to leave.

"Funny thing is, I do qualify to comment on you today. Not only am I qualified, but I can also decide your fate."

Rosemary’s words made Isabella turn back and laugh scornfully. "Based on what, you?"

She didn’t know who this Solterra girl was, but if she could be here, she must be representing Solterra in the competition.

Molly was competing for the first place, so who was this girl? Second place? Third place?

What right did she have to talk to her, the champion of M Country?

And she had the audacity to say she could decide her fate.

What a joke.

"I’d like to see how you’re going to decide my fate," Isabella said, folding her arms across her chest as if wanting to see Rosemary make a fool of herself.

Rosemary took out her phone and called, "Sabrina, come over here, at the main entrance."

Isabella’s eyes popped out when she heard the name Sabrina. How in the world did this girl know Sabrina? She even had Sabrina’s contact info.

After all, the contestants from M Country were led by Sabrina, the president of the Garment Association of M Country. They were attending the International Fashion Design competition today.

Was this girl threatening her by dropping Sabrina’s name because she knew about this beforehand?

Before Isabella could say anything, Sabrina rushed over. On seeing Rosemary, she immediately cracked a warm smile, shaking hands with her amiably. She even addressed Rosemary as a "teacher," showing extreme respect.

Isabella didn’t know who this girl was, but anyone who could make the usually arrogant Sabrina call them "teacher" had to be something special.

"Teacher, what happened here?" Sabrina asked in fluent Solterran. Spotting Isabella, she turned and scolded her harshly in M Country’s language for offending the teacher, her tone filled with accusation and dissatisfaction.

Rosemary said, "It’s fine for contestants to compete, but if it escalates to an international incident, isn’t that neglecting the friendship between our two nations?"

Hearing this, Sabrina immediately grasped the gravity of the situation.

Rosemary continued, "Today’s participants are all top three from their countries. They represent not just the design skills but also the image of their nations. But I’m sorry to say, I don’t see the manners and discipline that your country stands for in this contestant. I even think she’s unfit to be here."

"Sorry, I’m really sorry," Sabrina said, seeming to understand the situation. She turned to Isabella, demanding her to apologize immediately in a stern voice.

Isabella apologized in M Country’s language. She didn’t expect this girl to be so high-profile, even powerful enough to make Sabrina nervous.

Rosemary raised an eyebrow at her. "Weren’t you cursing quite fluently in Solterran just now?"

Isabella got the hint and apologized in Solterran, "I’m sorry, I was rude to you earlier."

"You indeed were," Rosemary looked at her seriously. "And you forgot someone else."

Isabella had to turn to Molly and apologize again, "I’m sorry."

"Isabella, right?" Molly glared at her, her fists clenched, vowing silently, "I’ll show you who the real trash is."

Isabella held back her anger for now to avoid more trouble, but she’d remember this grudge.

Watching them walk away, Molly clung to Rosemary. "Rose, I’m so glad you’re here! I feel much better with you around. But isn’t it Friday today? Did you take a leave from school?"

Rosemary answered frankly, "No."

Molly said, "Oh right, you have the privilege of school. They wouldn’t say anything even if you skip the whole semester."

That’s awesome!

Only those with perfect scores got this kind of treatment.

"Go assemble, and the competition is about to start," Rosemary added. "Don’t be nervous. Just treat it like any other day. Oh, and there’s a surprise later, don’t freak out."

"Huh? A surprise? What could it be?" Molly was curious about the surprise Rosemary mentioned. Could it be a secret weapon for the competition?

"Just go assemble," Rosemary chuckled without giving anything away.

"Okay, I promise I won’t freak out! I’ve been in big situations before, and I can handle anything."

Molly left full of confidence and excitement to assemble, little did she know that she’d soon break her promise.

Backstage.

A woman in her thirties from Y Country approached Molly. "You’re Molly, the champion of Solterra. I’m Penny, and I hope you remember my name."

Molly felt the hostility but still asked politely, "Can I help you?"

Penny said haughtily, "I got the video of your competition through connections. Honestly, I think your assistant is more capable than you."