Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663 Who’s Linsey

“What a gorgeous top! Who would’ve guessed a basic white tee could turn into something this eye–catching?”

“Every detail is just so refined. From the way the colors blend to how the fabric was shaped. Contestant No. 3 clearly knows what they’re doing. The precision in every cut and stitch is next–level.”

“Contestant No. 5, right there in the center, has solid technique and a polished style, but the design lacks the spark and originality that’s coming through in Contestant No. 3’s work.”

“To be honest, when the competition first started, I didn’t think Contestant No. 3 had much talent, but now I see things differently. If we were allowed to cast a vote, mine would go to Contestant No. 3 without question!”

“Wait a second–I think I’ve figured it out. Contestant No. 3 has to be Arthur! Only someone with his level of experience could pull off something so unexpected and bold.”

“You know what? The way those lines are sketched… it kind of reminds me of Linsey’s design style.”

“Who’s Linsey?”

“Oh, I remember! Linsey used to lead the Fashion Design Department at CR Corporation four years ago. But no way it’s her. She vanished from the scene a long time ago. And honestly, whoever this designer is, they’re clearly more advanced than

she ever was.”

“Okay, but let’s not jump to conclusions. Arthur’s right–handed, and Contestant No. 3 has been working left–handed the

entire time. Plus, Linsey’s not a lefty either. It doesn’t add up. No one just vanishes for years and suddenly resurfaces at a top–tier event like this.”

While speculation ran wild in the live chat, the audience inside the venue couldn’t look away from Linsey’s screen–and

neither could the judges. Every eye was glued to her booth.

Lost in the moment like everyone else, the host was abruptly pulled back by the director’s voice crackling in her earpiece.

She straightened, quickly grabbed the mic, and announced with poise, “Designers, there are only ten minutes remaining.”

Following her cue, hands across every screen moved faster, pushing hard to complete the final details.

In contrast, Linsey began to ease her pace, as if resisting the rush surrounding her.

With deliberate care, she placed the completed T–shirt onto the display rack, aligning it perfectly within the camera’s frame.

Bending her head, she slowly peeled off her gloves, the motion stiff and strained.

A glance at her wrist revealed red swelling, prompting a subtle crease of concern in her brow.

The buzzer sounded moments later, signaling the end of the competition. A nearby staff member handed her a microphone.

Just then, the host’s voice floated into her booth from outside the stage. “The competition has officially ended. Now, we’ll

invite each designer to walk us through the concept behind their work.”

Before the host could introduce Contestant No. 1, one of the judges raised a hand and interjected, “If possible, I’d like to

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Once the settings were confirmed, she tested it with a few words. A husky male voice echoed back, just as planned.

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