Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 247

Madison held her phone so tightly that she was close to crushing it.

Despite the anger that surged in her veins, she kept a smile on her face aimed at the camera. “There are a few meetings to attend today. It’s close to the end of the year, so Mr. Hadley will have many things to attend to. Mrs. Hadley, I hope you can understand that.”

Hearing that, Christina furrowed her brows. Why does it sound like she’s trying to make me into a bratty woman who refuses to let Nathaniel work?

At that, Christina put on an innocent expression and said, “An assistant’s job is to prepare for the company. I don’t think you need to worry about anything else, do you?”

Madison paled as if someone had embarrassed her on the spot, and the shift in her expression was evident to all. Her gaze flicked toward Nathaniel on the side.

The man in a suit had an apathetic look on his face, and upon squinting, she noticed a hint of red on his

white shirt.

Her heart ached, and she squeezed out, “If that’s the case. I won’t disturb you any longer, Mr. Hadley.” With that, she hastily ended the call.

Madison did not know how much longer she could keep it a secret. Every time she saw Christina and Nathaniel together, her heart hurt as if a rusted knife had been dragged across it. The bleeding would not

stop.

After breakfast, Nathaniel sent Christina to the entrance of the mansion.

“Don’t overwork yourself,” he softly said to her.

Christina blinked and reassured him. “Relax. I’ll take good care of myself. Once I’m done, I’ll go back by myself. Just focus on your work and don’t worry.”

She knew that Nathaniel had come all the way here for her, and her heart melted at that thought. Once again, she felt motivated.

Giving her a light kiss on her forehead, Nathaniel then said, “Go on.”

Christina exited the car and turned around to give him one last bright smile before heading inside.

The two-day holiday was over, and the other designers were returning to the mansion too.

As the number of participants dwindled, the slots available to go to the next round became lesser.

For the next round-the finals-only the top seven among the ten of them would be able to stay.

At night, Selena appeared and gathered the designers in the living room. Her expression was dark and tinged with anger.

The designers began wondering what had infuriated her.

As Selena put one of the attire from a designer who survived the last round on the table, she said, “This attire is designed well, but the fabric isn’t what we’ve supplied. In other words, this is cheating.”

The designers all stiffened.

Indeed, the fabric was important for the last round. Christina recognized the attire and figured out who the designer was.

Things had been chaotic the night before, and Christina had been too preoccupied with her work to notice the details.

Selena then solemnly uttered. “Phillipa Fisher, please step forward. You’ve used fabric that has not been provided to you, and that is unfair to the other competitors, so you’ve been removed from the competition.”

Phillipa’s face was paler than a sheet. How did I found out? I clearly used something with a similar color to the provided fabric.

Then, her eyes drifted toward Holly Jenson. Back then, Phillipa had been in the front and was able to choose a relatively good fabric.

Holly was in the back, so she was left with no great options. Hence, Holly used a high price to buy another fabric from the outside and offered to trade with Phillipa.

But what am I going to do now that things have gone south?

It seemed like Holly had realized how serious the matter was, for she shot Phillipa a glare, warning her not to say anything about the incident.

What was done was already done. There was no way she was going to get kicked out of the competition with Phillipa-she felt that sacrificing Phillipa was more than enough.