The phone was quickly connected, and Mrs. Shawn's kind voice came from the other end.

"Jasmine, have you arrived in the capital? I asked Uncle Shawn to instruct Mr. Yang again. No matter what, you must become the star of the fashion show. Have you contacted Mr. Yang?"

Jasmine immediately pretended to be wronged, "Aunt Shawn , I have already met him, but..."

"But what?"

"But the organizers already have a designated candidate, and they think my image is not suitable for this fashion show, so I have been eliminated."

"What?"

Mrs. Shawn , who was at the beauty salon, heard this and immediately sat up from the beauty bed, angrily saying, "Those people, what kind of eyesight do they have? Jasmine, you have the figure, you have the looks, not to mention you are the world's number one model. Who can compare to your excellence?"

"Maybe I'm just not good enough!" Jasmine tried to sound as pitiful as possible.

Sure enough, Mrs. Shawn immediately became anxious upon hearing this, "Who says you're not good enough? Anyone who says you're not good enough is blind. Don't worry, I'll call Mr. Yang again, ask for his help to negotiate. I'll tell you the good news later."

Nana knew that calling Mrs. Shawn was effective. Over the years, she had tried to win Mrs. Shawn 's favor by pretending to be obedient and understanding, even going as far as to cancel appointments multiple times to accompany her. With Xavier Jackson not by her side, Mrs. Shawn missed her son and Nana's appearance at this time was like a warm light in the winter, instantly melting Mrs. Shawn 's heart. As time went on, Mrs. Shawn developed a fondness for her and gradually began to treat her as a prospective daughter-in-law. Sometimes, Nana wondered if it wasn't for Xavier Jackson's departure, she would never have had the opportunity to get close to Mrs. Shawn and gain her affection. Now, she was conflicted. If Xavier Jackson never returned, would all her years of scheming be in vain? She hung up the phone, leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from her bag, put it in her mouth, lit it skillfully, and took a deep drag. She wondered, what would she do if she lost the chance to go on the T-stage? If Freya won first place, would she have to wear her clothes on stage? No, this woman holds so much resentment towards her, who knows if she would sabotage the clothes. Therefore, in this fashion design competition, under no circumstances could Freya win.

In the lounge—

Freya is watching the live broadcast.

Before the start of the competition, the entries have been submitted to the organizers for preliminary review.

So, today's competition mainly involves designers going on stage to introduce their design concepts. After being evaluated by the judges and receiving audience votes, the most outstanding works will be selected.

As the champion of the competition three years ago, Freya will be the finale of this year's competition and the last one to appear on stage.

Due to her pregnancy and the increased number of designers participating this year, she only needs to wait in the lounge until it's her turn.

While watching the competition, Freya yawns frequently and feels a bit sleepy.

Many of these designers are half-hearted, lacking vitality, and most of the works are superficial.

Some people imitated her previous works, and of course, there were others who imitated Selena's style.

Speaking of Selena...

Summer Freya felt somewhat regretful.

In the beginning, she should have kept playing around with the clothes competition after it ended. Now, without her as a competitor, the competition seemed to lack a bit of excitement.

Just as she was thinking this, the door to the lounge was knocked on.

"Come in."

Summer Freya didn't turn around, still holding a lemon in her hand.

The whole meeting room was filled with the sour scent of lemons.

As Yin walked in carrying a lemon, she felt her teeth ache.

"Madam, Master Bradley said you like to eat lemons, so he asked me to buy some for you and put them in the fruit bowl!"

Upon hearing this, Summer Freya looked down at her own hand. How did Bradley know that she was eating lemons?

She glanced up at the ceiling, not seeing any surveillance cameras or the like.

She asked, "Where is he?"

"He is dealing with urgent matters. He will come over soon. Madam's turn is last. You may have to wait for another one or two hours before going on stage. He instructed that if Madam gets bored waiting, she can take a nap first. He will come and call you himself."

Freya yawned again, feeling very tired and wanting to sleep.

She glanced at the large bed behind her and nodded, "Tell him I'm fine. Don't worry. Let him focus on handling business!"

"Alright, Madam!"

After ying finished speaking, he walked away.

Just as he left, Ella followed closely behind.

She looked at Freya, who was still half asleep, and casually asked, "Are you really pregnant?"

"How did you know? Who told you?"

Except for Bradley, no one knew about her pregnancy.

Even Rosa and Frederick only had suspicions, they didn't announce it publicly.

But... Ella actually got the news right away.

Ella shrugged, smiling lightly, "I came to pick you up at the Manor early in the morning and saw Rosa slaughtering a chicken. I asked curiously, and Rosa said she wanted to replenish your body. I figured it out immediately, it must be pregnancy."

Women are sensitive to such matters. Replenishing the body either means the body is weak or already pregnant. Otherwise, why would they excessively replenish?

With Bradley and Freya not resting for a single day, pregnancy was just a matter of time.

Freya sighed softly, "Yes, I'm pregnant."

"How many weeks?"

"About three weeks."

Excited, Ella grabbed her hand, "I want to be the godmother!"

"Alright, you can be." Freya smiled helplessly and looked deep into her eyes, "But being a godmother is not an easy job. You have to help change diapers, feed formula, are you sure you want to be one?"

Ella smiled, "Consider it as advance preparation. When Xavier and I have our own children, we won't be so flustered."

Just like her, getting pregnant unexpectedly, I still haven't recovered from the shock.

"And one more thing, Nana and Lucy are also here. I ran into them earlier and gave them a good scolding."

Ella explained the whole situation to her, starting from the conflict between the two and Xavier Jackson, then her intervention with Green Tea, and finally Bradley's intention to keep Lucy.

Everything was explained clearly.

Hearing Bradley say he kept Lucy to play with her, Freya helplessly played with her hair.

She didn't know before, this man also had a cunning side.

Indeed, she wanted to keep Lucy and Jasmine to play slowly. She wanted them to experience a more painful fate than death.

"Go investigate why these two women are here, and also, keep an eye on them. I'm worried that their appearance won't bring any good."

"Don't worry, I've already asked White Fox to take care of it."