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My Killing President novel Chapter 80

Alexis Hera.

She was elegantly dressed, hooded eyes featuring a heavy brow bone that gleamed in confidence. She walked up the chairperson’s seat without turning.

Such a strong aura! It was like she carried her own atmosphere wherever she went. No wonder she had been a symbol for powerful woman entrepreneurs.

She wasted no time and announced the result, starting from the third and then to the second prize.

The winners were two reputable artists that Annabelle had seen multiple times appearing in jewellery magazines.

There was a pause before she announced the champion. Alexis browsed through the crowd and her fingers were tapping rhythmically on a file.

“May I know who is Miss Annabelle?”

Annabelle tensed up in her seat upon hearing her name.

“Here, I am.”

She raised her hand.

“Miss Xia, can you explain your design concept?”

Annabelle drew a breath and stood up, this work of hers had a special meaning behind that she hoped to divulge. To get acceptance and appreciation would be undoubtedly the best form of respect for the work.

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