No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 275

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Chapter 275 The Special Judge

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Hannah’s weak body swayed slightly. She put a hand to her forehead. The color vanished from her carefully done makeup, her face turning a sickly pale.

“Ethan, I … I’m a little dizzy…” Her voice was barely there, like a thread about to snap.

Ethan was stuck in his own emotional mess and didn’t notice anything wrong.

Hannah bit her lip, let out a soft whimper, and then slumped toward Ethan. She passed out.

“Hannah!”

That finally snapped Ethan out of it.

He caught her on instinct. Seeing her closed eyes and pale face, he froze for a second, then shouted, “What happened? Someone! Call an ambulance!”

His shout cut through the noise and drew people’s attention.

Everyone was caught off guard by what just happened.

Ethan didn’t care about keeping up appearances anymore. He scooped Hannah up in his arms, looking frantic, and yelled at the rushing security guards, “Quick! Help me get her to the hospital!”

The whole scene ended in total chaos.

Watching Ethan carry Hannah out under security escort, looking flustered and rushed, a mocking smile slowly appeared on Amelia’s lips.

Tim, sitting next to her, stared in shock and whispered, “Ms. Gray is really something else.”

Amelia’s eyes were cold.

She even went as far as fainting just to pull Ethan out of this public humiliation.

Such dedication. Truly touching.

With Ethan gone, the auction was basically over.

The host didn’t even bother with a countdown and slammed the gavel. “Congratulations, Mr.

Everett!”

When the gavel finally slammed down with a loud thud, Amelia felt it in her chest.

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All the calm she had felt before was gone. Now, she was suddenly nervous for no clear reason.

Her hands tightened without thinking.

Over and over, she prayed silently that Mason had just bought that painting to crush Ethan or to add to his own collection.

She really, really hoped he wouldn’t send it to her like he did with the earrings.

She couldn’t handle a gift that big with everyone watching.

Luckily, Mason didn’t seem interested in making a scene.

The figure by the second–floor railing was gone before anyone noticed.

A moment later, a well–dressed assistant quietly appeared backstage to finish the paperwork, carefully placed the painting into a special case, and left the venue.

From start to finish, there was no extra drama.

Amelia quietly let out a breath. The tension in her chest finally eased.

It seemed he knew where to draw the line.

The charity auction officially ended, the lights shifted, and soft music started playing. The host came back to announce the next main event of the night: the official kickoff for the Newcomer Design Competition.

After a representative explained the rules and the prizes, the host shouted into the mic, “And now, please give a huge round of applause for our panel of judges!”

Under the spotlight, Nichole and several other famous designers and fashion critics walked out and took their seats.

Amelia took a deep breath and slowly made her way onto the stage through the side ramp.

“Amelia?”

Nichole looked totally shocked when she saw her. She blurted out, “What are you doing here? Wait… Are you a judge?”

Amelia nodded and smiled, but before she could say anything, the host’s voice boomed through the speakers.

“And finally, let us introduce a special judge! She’s young, but her incredible talent has already earned her the position of Design Director at the Stardale Group…

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“Amelia Harlow!”

As soon as he said her name, a spotlight hit Amelia.

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Even though her foot injury hadn’t fully healed and her movement was a bit slow, she stood calmly and confidently. Under the lights, she looked striking.

Nichole’s shock turned into a knowing smile.

“Makes sense,” she said to Amelia as she walked over. “I knew it. You’re already a design director at a big company. Why would you come back as a contestant just to add something to your résumé?”

Amelia sat down in her seat and pointed at her ankle with a helpless smile. “I wanted to take part the whole time, but my doctor said no because of my foot. I’m only allowed to show up and judge for the finals.”

“That’s fine,” Nichole said, nodding in understanding.

Her gaze casually swept toward the contestant area, as if she were looking for someone. Then, a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

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