?Chapter 190:


    Sadie was about to be utterly humiliated. To judge alongside an icon of Sandra’s caliber? She wasn’t remotely qualified!


    “Got it,” Jordyn murmured before ending the call.


    She grabbed herpact mirror from the desk, carefully adjusting her makeup. The bold lipstick entuated her striking features, enhancing her allure. A self-assured smile yed on her lips. She couldn’t wait to witness Sadie’s downfall.


    The Vision sh venue was a spectacle of radiance. Towering billboards shed in rapid session, while the red carpet buzzed with eager spectators. Excited cheers rang through the air, creating an electric energy. Jordyn donned a deep crimson gown that entuated her porcinplexion, making her look absolutely breathtaking.


    She entered the event alongside the head of the design department. “You handled things well today, Jordyn. Be sure to make a strong impression on Sandra,” the director advised, giving her hand a reassuring pat.


    “Of course.”


    Jordyn’s gaze swept across the room, noting her colleagues trailing behind. They were dressed impably, their eyes alight with anticipation.


    Everyone knew the true highlight of the evening—Sadie.


    “Where is Sadie?” someone whispered. “Do you think she chickened out?”


    Jordyn’s lips curled in derision. She was about to respond when her eyesnded on a discreet sign in the distance—Sandra’s Studio. Her pulse quickened. Without a word, she abandoned the conversation and strode purposefully in that direction.


    Her heart pounded with exhration. If she could secure a mentorship under Sandra, her career would skyrocket. Her prestige would soar, and she would be untouchable.


    Silently swearing to seize this opportunity, Jordyn moved toward Sandra’s preparation room. The door stood slightly ajar. Through the narrow gap, she glimpsed a slender silhouette moving behind a curtain. Holding her breath, Jordyn gently pushed the door open.


    “Ms. Sandra!” she called, stepping inside. “I’m Jordyn Vazquez, a designer from Wall Group. Your work has been my greatest inspiration—I’ve admired you for years! It’s an honor to finally meet you!” She kept her voice steady, though excitement coursed through her veins.


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    With practiced poise, she sped her hands in front of her, embodying grace and humility. She awaited a response, hoping this moment would mark the beginning of an extraordinary journey—one where she would rise under Sandra’s mentorship.


    The figure behind the curtain stirred. Jordyn held her breath as they stepped forward.


    But the moment her eyes took in the person before her, her expression shattered.


    Standing before her was none other than Sadie. Draped in a sleek ck suit, her long hair cascading effortlessly over her shoulders, Sadie met Jordyn’s gaze with quiet amusement. The soft glow of the lights outlined her silhouette, emphasizing her effortless elegance.


    Jordyn’s thoughts came to a screeching halt.


    Impossible.


    The revtion hit like a tidal wave, knocking the air from her lungs. Her entire body tensed. Then, rage took over.


    With a sudden lunge, she swung her arm, aiming to strike. “How dare you pose as Sandra?!”


    But Sadie had anticipated the move. She sidestepped smoothly, giving Jordyn a slight shove that sent her stumbling backward.


    Jordyn barely regained her bnce, her face burning with fury. She jabbed an usatory finger at Sadie, her voice sharp with outrage. “You—You…”


    Sadie simply regarded her with a bemused smirk. “Oh? Weren’t you just full of admiration moments ago? Ready to pledge yourself as my apprentice? Is this the attitude of someone seeking guidance?”


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