"Designer No. 4, you may begin presenting your finished piece," the host prompted when she didn't move.
Hailey still didn't move.
From the audience, someone couldn't help but laugh. "Back in the workshop, all we saw was Hailey constantly asking the artisan questions. She asked about every single step, almost making the artisan do it for her. I think the artisan was about to lose his mind. He looked like he was about to tear all his hair out."
"The artisan was patient at first, but by the end, he was practically cursing! Hahaha! For those five hours, I watched that half-finished piece, and it was a disaster. I bet Designer No. 4 doesn't dare to show it."
"How can a designer who created such a stunning sketch not even know the most basic knowledge of fabrication? Even I, a jewelry enthusiast, know more than her."
"Honestly, and don't hate me for saying this... but it feels like she isn't even familiar with her own design. Just based on what she was doing in the workshop… she didn't even know what kind of gems to use for the rose and thorns to achieve the intended effect, or even how the thorns were supposed to be entwined…"
"I got that feeling too. How can a designer seem to have no understanding of their own work…"
***
The discussions in the venue were not hushed.
Every word pierced Hailey's ears, and her face grew darker and darker.
Her heart skipped a beat, especially when she heard people start to question her design.
If this was what they were saying in person, she couldn't imagine what the live chat was saying about her.
If people really started to suspect that her design wasn't her own…
Hailey couldn't bear to think about the consequences.

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