A tall, robust-looking bodyguard stepped out and opened the door to the back passenger seat. Briena and Clara recognized the bodyguard—it was none other than John. Their eyes remained fixed on the car door, knowing exactly who was about to step out.
Natalie stepped out of the car, surprising everyone at first, but then they quickly calmed down—after all, she was famously known for having a powerful "sugar daddy" backing her up.
She was dressed in her usual style of comfortable yet chic clothing: a three-piece suit. A white V-neck top paired perfectly with a fitted peach-colored blazer and trousers, completed by sneakers. Though simple, the branded attire highlighted her natural elegance. She looked extremely confident and beautiful in her own unique way, drawing everyone’s attention and admiration.
Unlike Briena, Natalie didn’t smile at anyone or acknowledge the crowd, which led some to perceive her as arrogant. As she walked toward the venue, where reporters were still speaking with Briena, she ignored them entirely and strode ahead. However, the reporters quickly shifted their focus to her, determined not to let her leave without answering a few questions.
Briena and Clara could only watch in frustration as Natalie effortlessly stole the spotlight. Natalie hadn’t done anything, yet all eyes were on her as usual.
"Ms. Natalie, who does that car belong to?" one reporter asked.
Natalie turned to the reporter, her expression unfazed. "Didn’t I say last time I have someone rich backing me?"
Her blunt response left the reporters with no room to trap her or make her feel embarrassed.
"Who do you think stands a chance to win this competition?" another asked.
"I’m not a fortune teller," she replied, her demeanor calm and composed.
"How do you feel about returning to the competition where you were once declared a plagiarist?"
"I feel nothing," she answered, her tone unwavering.
"What do you think your chances are of winning? With Briena Ford here—Aroma herself—do you think you can compete against her skills?" a journalist asked.
Natalie glanced at Briena, who gave her a smug look. Natalie replied calmly, "With skills like hers, even someone with no skills can win against her."
The smug expression on Briena’s face immediately turned into an angry one, but Clara quickly held her hand. "Keep your calm. Everyone is watching," she whispered.
Briena listened to her mother and both of them walked inside, trying to maintain their composure.
"Ms. Natalie, what do you mean by that?" the journalists pressed, while Briena’s fans fumed, outraged at Natalie’s insult toward their idol.
"I answered what you asked. Don’t make me explain my own answers," Natalie replied coolly, before walking ahead. John and Ryan flanked her on both sides, shielding her from the crowd.
When Briena opened her envelope, her theme was Seasons and Nature. She smiled lightly, as it was an easy theme for her. She already had a formula for it and had practiced it many times. Her grandmother had been smart enough to provide her with formulas that could match almost every possible theme used in the competition.
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