"You... you..." Terrified by that predatory gaze, a cold sweat broke out over Hailey's back. She began to tremble.
Her wrist throbbed with agonizing pain.
She tried to pull away.
Serena looked like she was barely applying any pressure.
Yet Hailey couldn't break free.
In fact, the harder she fought, the more she felt the slow, agonizing pressure of her skeletal structure reaching its breaking point.
Snap! A sickening crack echoed in the air.
"Ahhh!"
Hailey screamed in agony, her face twisting as she went deathly pale, covered in a cold sweat.
It felt like her wrist had been shattered into pieces!
Serena discarded Hailey as if she were nothing more than refuse.
Hailey sent furniture flying as she collided with the tables, the violent crash of splintering wood echoing through the hall.
A sharp pain flared up her spine.
The corner of a chair had caught her on the side of the head, causing her to wail uncontrollably.
Her miserable, distorted expression was captured perfectly by the cameras.
Both the live stream and the giant venue screens broadcasted her face to the world.
"Designer Number Four, are you such a sore loser?" Angela, genuinely horrified by Hailey's reckless attempt, shot up from her seat and rushed over in her heels toward the display stands.
"This is a masterpiece worthy of the International Jewelry Exhibition Center!"
It had almost been destroyed!
"No... impossible!" Hailey shrieked hoarsely, completely unhinged. "It's fake! She knows nothing about jewelry design! She couldn't possibly..."
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