Zara gazed at her own arm with a cold, focused stare, and sighed helplessly.
While competition among peers was common, the Strasson family had crossed the line.
If they wanted to compete, they should do so in a fair and square way. Resorting to underhanded tactics meant they were no longer worthy of inheriting the art of embroidery.
“It is hard to guard against hidden threats., so this is not your fault. Now, I can't participate in the competition. What do you think we should do next?”
Bailey remained silent, turning to look at the few embroiderers behind her.
These people were all brought here by Zara, they were her disciples.
Although they had already made a start, they were still far from reaching the master level in terms of talent and age.
While there was nothing particularly remarkable about Melanie, she had been doing embroidery since she was a child. Sending these people to compete with her would undoubtedly result in their defeat.
“Zara, haven't you already made up your mind? Why do you need to ask me again?”
Zara gave a faint smile, enduring the intense pain from the doctor tearing at her sleeve. Her voice trembling as she said, “Since you've already revealed so many of your other identities, you wouldn't mind one more.
“In the fields of medicine, design, and the others, they take pride in having you. They regard you as their deity, offering you their utmost respect and reverence.
“It's about time you show off your skills in the embroidery industry, so we can also enjoy the pride that comes with having you personally at the helm.”
Bailey couldn't help but burst into laughter.
She truly desired to keep a low profile, as low as possible, yet reality often didn't align with her wishes.
Consider all the identities she had revealed, which one wasn't unveiled out of desperation?
“Zara, many people in the Yrina family have inherited its legacy, like you and my other senior. I don't want to steal your thunder.
“Originally, I wanted to use this opportunity to boost your reputation, so you could replace Yrinasion Muse and become the most authoritative master of embroidery in the world.”
Zara extended her uninjured left hand and took hold of hers, smiling as she said, “I know you've always been indifferent to fame and wealth. You have nor desires or demands for them.
“But this time it's not out of desperation, right? I had made up my mind to follow your arrangements, to shoulder the responsibilities of our sect.
“But if fate doesn't grant me this opportunity, there's nothing I can do. So, I must trouble you, my dear Bailey, to resolve this crisis for the Yrina family.”
Bailey rubbed her forehead, her voice muffled as she said, “You're badly injured, so shouldn't you be upset? Why do I get the feeling that you're quite happy?”
“No way. You must be overthinking it. I'm feeling terrible right now. I've lost my eligibility to compete and suffered a lot. How could I possibly be happy?”
Is that so?
Bailey snorted twice.
Zara truly wished something would happen to her, just so she could get Bailey to show her skills.
But on second thought, if she had to do it then be it. She was not some shady character, so why couldn't she represent the Yrina family in the competition?
“Alright, for the sake of the Yrina family, I'll take on this task. But let me make something clear in advance. It's just a competition, don't expect me to take over the Yrina family.”
Zara laughed and said, “You're about to get married, so I wouldn't dare burden you with the trivial matters of the Yrina family. Rest assured, we won't hold you back.”
Bailey made an OK gesture. “Alright, it's settled then. I'll tend to your wounds first, and then we'll head to the competition together.”
“Okay.”
...
At the front yard.
The Shurmer family had cleared a vast open space to serve as the ground for competition, covering several hundred square meters. The surrounding area was bustling with crowds, creating an extraordinarily lively atmosphere.
Everyone was currently discussing Zara's car accident, speculating on who the Yrina family would send to replace Zara in the competition.
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