artly because of curiosity, partly because of the inability to calm down in this dressing room, Freya just went out with a mobile phone and went to find No.17 dressing room.

Following the house number, she found it within a few minutes. When she was hesitant to knock, the wooden door was suddenly pulled open, and a smile of a middle-aged man appeared in front of her.

"Freya, I know you will come." The man caught Freya's hand and dragged her inside. "Come in."

When Freya came to her senses, the door of the dressing room had been closed with a "Bang". She looked at the man who was about to be bald and finally remembered who he was.

Before the program started, the production team had held a mini wine party and invited all participating models and sponsors.

This man was Aaron Green, who began to stalk Freya at the party. Freya spent a lot of efforts to deal with him without hurting his face.

If he didn't appear anymore, she had almost forgotten this one. Now, why did he come to her again?

"Freya, I had told you last time. I liked you while I took a look at your photo." Aaron seemed unable to wait. "You said last time that we can talk next time. Now, should we have a good chat?"

Freya was suddenly alert and smiled embarrassedly. "Mr. Green, it will be my turn soon."

"You are the 150th participants. There is still some time." Aaron tried to catch Freya's hand eagerly, but she avoided flexibly. His face was distorted and he seemed to think that Freya failed to appreciate his kindness. Immediately, however, he smiled again. "You know, your height is not competitive in the contestants and you're not likely to win. But if I say something, the champion of this competition is likely to be yours."

In other words, if she wanted a champion, she had to please him.

Freya had calmed down and now she looked through Aaron's filthy idea. She raised lips and said with a bit of irony, " Mr. Green, as I remembered, the biggest sponsor of the program is the Everbridge Group."

"All right. But I'm the second largest sponsor." Aaron suggested. "Freya, as long as you listen to me, I promise to get you famous."

Did he want to become her owner?

"Mr. Green, are you married?" Freya asked. "Is your wife not at home?"

Anyone who had the senses would not be so disappointing to mention his wife at this time. Aaron's face changed as expected. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I refuse." Freya retreated back several steps, without disguising her disdain. "There must be a lot of people who want your money. Mr. Green, it will be better to find someone else, but don't waste time with me."

After that, she was going to leave. Aaron grasped her hand from behind and said, "You, poor little girl. There's just a good opportunity. Don't waste it."

Freya took a deep breath.

She had been polite enough for having put up with him just now. If in the past, Aaron had already been hit by her and laid on the ground.

She wrenched and screwed Aaron's wrist. Aaron screamed before he responded. "What are you doing? Freya! What do you want to do?"

"Oh." It seemed that Freya just realized what she had done, and then she released Aaron's hand. "I just want to leave. What's more, Mr. Green, your little mistress game doesn't work with me at all. Do you know why? Your money is nothing in my eyes. Don't mess with me anymore, or I will break your wrist."

After that, Freya turned around and left the dressing room without so much as a backward glance.

Aaron rubbed his painful wrist and spat.

For so many years, he had eaten too many small sheep, and he was also willing to conquer such a little lion.

He didn't believe that he couldn't deal with such a poor little model.

At this time, it was almost time for Freya to get on the stage.

Candy couldn't find Freya and anxiously came out to look for her, but happened to see her walk out of another dressing room.

"When can you get rid of the bad habit of running around?" Candy straightened the dress for Freya and asked, "How about you now? Can you do this?"

Originally, Freya was a little nervous, but after twisting Aaron's wrist, something stuck in her heart seemed to disappear. She felt greatly relieved so she just shrugged her shoulders. "No problem."

Candy patted Freya's shoulder with satisfaction. "OK! Go, now!"

Freya smiled and prepared for her show.

Candy looked at her back, smiled with confidence, and moved to the forestage.

At this point, the host on the stage announced loudly. "Welcome the next contestant-Freya!"

The spotlights had been lighted, and the music had started, but Freya did not appear. Joanne sitting in the audience was already nervous and almost breathless.

She stared at the catwalk. When she saw Freya came out, suddenly she was not nervous anymore.

That was because of Freya's confidence.

With the most beautiful posture and strong confidence, she walked confidently on the stage. Her gestures were dazzling and fascinating with a supercilious attitude, which attracted so many people's eyes and perfectly showed her inherent attitude. The music, decoration on the catwalk, and lighting all made her more attractive.

Joanne clearly noticed that the audience was quiet, and everyone was just like her, whose eyes were unable to move away from Freya.

She looked at Brian, and even he held a slight smile on his lips.

It meant that Freya's performance was really good.

"If everything goes well, the first prize must be hers tonight!"

While thinking like that, Joanne couldn't help raising her lips. However, the smile just stayed in her face for less than several seconds. She stared at everything happening on the stage and suppressed the urge of screaming.

On the stage-

When Freya walked to the front of the catwalk, she suddenly slipped and couldn't respond. Her feet failed to support her anymore and she was falling down...

"Wow-" the audience under also exclaimed.

Freya just reacted suddenly at this time that one of the high heels was broken and she was falling down...

"No, at this time, I can't make any mistakes, no mistakes at all! Otherwise, there must be me in the five eliminated people!"

Freya used all her strength to control herself so as not to fall too awkwardly. When landed, she sat down at the front of the catwalk with a beautiful posture and stuck out the slender and beautiful shank, then posed a pretty sexy and charming gesture.

It was just 4 seconds from beginning to the ending of this accident. Freya panicked for a second, and responded with one second, then saved herself in the last two seconds.

This time, the audience couldn't react quickly. Freya looked so sexy and relaxed on the stage as nothing happened. If the high heel on her feet was not indeed broken, they even suspected that this was deliberately set up, but not an accident.

After a few seconds, no one knew who was the first, but there was a round of applause in the audience, and some people cheered.

Freya sighed with relief. She did not fail, and she saved herself.

But the problem did not end. One of the shoes couldn't be worn while another was still on her foot. If she kept that, the posture of going back must be weird and she would ruin her performance, which would leave her efforts just now futile.

Since she had solved such a big problem, couldn't she solve such a small problem?

She lightly untied another high-heeled shoe, carrying in her hand and got up gracefully, and then put the other high heel handsomely behind her shoulders, then walked back naturally, which looked like a unique style.

To be honest, it was very unsightly for women to carry shoes like this.

Only Joanne knew that this was what Freya often did.

Since Freya discovered that high-heeled shoes could make herself look taller and more straight, she decided to train herself as a queen of high-heeled shoes. The minimum standard she set for herself was that she would not felt tired after half a day's shopping with 10 cm high-heeled shoes.

Since then, she had been keen to collect the high-heeled shoes of various bands and changed them every day. When she was tired, she would pick them up and walk barefoot as now.

She was a person who did not care about others' views regardless of what she did. She was always frank and detached, just like her steps at the moment. Nothing felt wrong or disgraceful, and it even made people feel that it should be so.

Joanne breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed at the seat.

Even the face of the host changed because she also thought that Freya would fail this time. Fortunately, Freya quietly reversed the negative situation.

Brian grasped Joanne's hand and said, "It's okay."

She nodded. "Yeah."

At this point, the show changed into the advertisements session. Chris loosed the hands grasping the armrest of the chair, and made a call to instructed something, then he went to the backstage.

Joanne looked at his back and smiled.

She thought that Chris could really endure until the end of the competition. Now it seemed that... he really couldn't.

At this time, Freya just returned to the backstage.

With a "bang", she loosed the high-heeled shoes in her hands as the strength of the whole body had been strained, and her entire body seemed to fall down softly.

What happened on the catwalk just now was becoming a frame-by-frame picture, which passed through her mind. But she felt strange as if it did not happen to her at all...

"Freya..." Candy walked in a hurry. "It's okay. You did very well."

Freya's confidence on the catwalk had disappeared now. She asked with a weak tone, "Really?"

Candy nodded hard. "Of course it is true! The production team is worried that you are injured, and they have arranged a separate small dressing room for you. You can go there for a rest. I need to handle something."

Freya was still in a daze. After being pushed into the dressing room by Candy, she sat there and began to carefully recall what happened on the stage. Only then did she realize that something was strange.

"All the clothes and shoes offered to models are sponsored by the same brand. How could my shoes suddenly break?

"Was it really a coincidence, or... was someone behind this?

"Candy is probably dealing with this accident. If she is so anxious, then... how about Chris?"

When she fell down, she saw Chris, sitting in his seat with his face unchanged, just staring at her. After that, she was busy solving the crisis and did not know his reaction.

When she was absorbed in her thinking, someone knocked on the door.

Freya suddenly looked toward the direction of the doorway. "Would it be Chris?"

Before the program, he refused to come to the backstage to see her. After that accident, maybe he would come here.

"Who is it?" she asked tentatively.

The person outside the door was silent.

Freya frowned and opened the door. As soon as she recognized who were at the door, her face changed...