The model felt a little embarrassed by Ella's stare and blushed.

Upon seeing that, Ella let out a smug smile.

It looked like the model was someone who only looked demure and reserved.

Now that she had grasped the other party's personality, Ella also began working. However, she would occasionally glance at the teenager, causing her to blush even harder.

After all, Ella's outfit that day leaned toward a more gender-neutral style. Her short hairdo and bony facial features would fool others into thinking she was a man at first glance.

The competition proceeded with great intensity. Amy confidently drew the final stroke and crossed her arms to look at Ella's design.

Ella, an experienced designer, completed her work within the designated time frame as well.

Finally, the model stepped forward to select the design she liked.

Amy's design was cute and mainly adorned with lace, featuring a puffy skirt and sequins.

It was the perfect princess dress.

Then, the model looked at Ella's design.

It was a simple style typically seen among students. The shirt was off-shoulder with blue and white checkered print, and a Peter Pan collar.

As for the skirt, it was a pleated fabric with an irregular hemline.

It was feminine yet cool.

The girl stared at the two designs before carefully approaching Ella and selected her design.

Amy shot to her feet. "That's unfair! I saw them exchanging glances earlier. They must have plotted this."

"If there was any plotting, you would be the prime suspect as the one who chose the model."

Ella coldly smirked with no respect for Amy at all.

The teenager spoke up. "Your design is too childish, I don't like it."

Amy was furious, and when she heard the teenager say that, her face contorted with anger.

"What? Childish?"

"Isn't it? It's all lace and poof. Do you think I'm a little girl?"

Amy was so angry that she almost coughed up blood.

It was the first time someone had called her design childish.

Could it be that she was mistaken, and that kids these days no longer dreamed of being princesses?

"Anyway, I prefer this man's design. I really like his design."

Upon hearing that, Ella was stunned.

The audience was also baffled.

Even Sherry could not help but laugh. "Miss, the designer is a woman."

The girl blinked. Her gaze shifting downward as she scanned Ella's chest.

Immediately, her face turned red.

"Sorry. I thought you were…"

"It's okay. I'm used to it."

Ella nonchalantly shrugged.

As she had encountered such incidents many times, she was long accustomed to it.

"Now that this young lady has chosen Ella's design, Selena, do you have anything else to say?"

Selena had not expected Amy, whom she was always proud of, would actually lose.

She clenched her fist in anger and said through gritted her teeth, "It's just one round. That's nothing special."

Then, she looked at Freya and said, "Now, I want to compete with you."

Freya disdainfully smirked and laughed. "Okay, but I have one condition."

"What condition?"

"If I win, you have to apologize to all the staff at Julia's store in front of everyone."

"Okay."

Selena agreed without hesitation.

That was because she believed that no one could surpass her except for Julia.

Of course, the way they competed would be different from the previous round.

All the spectators present were their models.

They would display their designs and everyone would vote. The winner was the design that received the most votes.

Selena was very confident in her ability to win.

She proposed another condition. "If I win, Julia's store will close down while Julia herself will come out to conceded defeat."

"Well, that's quite a bold statement."

Ella sneered.

If Selena knew that Freya was Julia, she would not be so arrogant.

"Ok, I agree."

After the rules were set, the match began.

The time limit was one hour, and the focus was bridal gowns.

Before that, both sides had ten minutes to brainstorm.

"Boss, you are number one in our hearts. We believe you won't lose."

"That's right. They're just sales associates. How dare they compete against you, They need to know their limits."

"Julia should be honored that our boss is participating as well. After all, Julia is just a coward who doesn't even dare show her face. How can she call herself the best designed in the world? I think she's more like the worst."

Selena enjoyed being praised by her group of subordinates. She always dreamed of being number one.

However, she pretended to be humble and said, "Oh, don't say that. To be number one, you not only need skills but also tricks up your sleeves. You can't be short on either."

She was blatantly implying that Freya was ranked first through some unscrupulous means.

Upon hearing that, Ella was so angry that she was about to march forward to argue with them.

However, just as she took one step, Freya grabbed her and said, "Ella, forget it. Don't bother with a bunch of losers."

Yes, I want to thoroughly teach these losers a lesson and make Selena understand that she has to know her limits and place.

Just who was using dirty tricks here? She would show it to everyone today.

Ten minutes were soon over.

Freya was the first to move up to her station.

Selena did not move to sit down. Instead, she confidently walked toward Freya with disdain in her eyes.

"If you surrender now, I may spare the store. If you refuse, Julia will be humiliated worldwide."

Freya nonchalantly smiled. "Enough talking. Let's begin."

Upon hearing that, Selena coldly snorted and walked back to her station.

Today, she was determined to make Julia concede defeat.

After losing the title of the world's top designer, she had been creating more and more outstanding works.

Over the years, she had gained new insights into designing bridal outfits.

She fully believed in her ability to win.

Moreover, the woman in front of her was just an employee of Julia's store.

What gives her the confidence?

Does she actually think she will win?

What a joke.

"To avoid being called a bully, I'll give you five minutes…"

Selena's eyes were full of provocation, thinking that half an hour was enough to beat a mere employee.

Freya raised her eyebrows and said, "No need. Show me your true strength."

Her refusal caused Selena to coldly scoff before she began drawing.

Everyone fell silent.

Only the sound of the pens scratching against paper could be heard.

Ella lazily leaned against the wall as she coldly watched Selena design.

While Selena's design was quite impressive, it was still slightly lacking compared to Freya's.

At that moment, the store manager walked up and gently tapped Ella on the shoulder with a smile.

"Ms. Fisher, who exactly is she?"