Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 150

Sarah clenched the design drafts in her hand, her tone growing even more suffocated.

"Ambrose Couture has been posting on social media for days, constantly showing off photos from the preliminaries."

"They even deliberately posted close-ups of our two studios' preliminary scores, putting them side by side for everyone to compare."

"And it's not just the scores. Their captions are full of thinly veiled insults, taking cheap shots at Aura Studio. They're claiming we only survived the preliminaries by sheer luck, that we don't have the skills for the semi-finals, and that our pieces will absolutely bomb. They're basically saying we're entirely out of their league."

Sophie Sutton chimed in with equal frustration. "They're acting like the championship trophy for the competition is already sitting on their desk, and they can't wait to announce it to the whole world!"

"And this made you angry? Let me guess, you guys went into the comments to fight with them?"

Quinn let out a soft laugh. Far from being angry, her face radiated calm composure.

"The louder and more arrogant they are, the more it proves they're desperate to claim the upper hand. In competitions like this, messing with your opponent's mentality is a very standard tactic."

"Don't let these rumors disrupt our rhythm. The strongest response we can give is to keep our heads down, perfect our semi-final pieces, and let our actual results do the talking."

Sarah took a deep breath, forcing her anger down.

"I understand, Quinn. We won't waste our breath arguing with them anymore. We'll focus entirely on the designs."

Quinn nodded. "Go delete all your replies to their posts. Just ignore them completely."

At Ambrose Couture, Maya was scrolling through social media when she quickly noticed something was off.

Her smug grin suddenly froze.

"Vivienne, what's going on? Aura Studio just deleted all their comment replies."

Aura Studio had been fighting back fiercely in the comment sections, but now their sudden silence made it feel like Ambrose Couture was just performing an embarrassing one-man show.

It was like punching cotton—completely unsatisfying!

Vivienne was in the middle of editing a design on her computer. Hearing this, her hand stalled on the mouse.

A moment later, her red lips curved up.

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