Save Myself From Desperation novel Chapter 122

Just a moment ago, Joseph overheard those people belittling Ashley. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to confront them, but Jaden beat him to it.

Now that Jaden had intimidated those individuals, Joseph had nothing left to retort. He took out his phone, opened the video mode, and captured Ashley's design sketches to show Valentin later.

On the stage, Eric looked at Ashley with disdain. "You used less than twenty minutes. What good design can you create? Displaying it would only be a disgrace to yourself!"

Ashley glanced at him lightly and said, "So what? You don't even dare to look at the design I drew in less than twenty minutes?"

Eric lost his tongue. He sat up straight and glared at Ashley angrily. "I don't dare to look? Let me tell you, I joined this design exchange to challenge Attelia! Who knows, maybe I can even surpass Attelia now. Do you think I'm afraid of an unknown designer like you?

"Since you're not afraid of making a fool of yourself and not afraid of further embarrassing the Zyrrinthia Team, then go ahead and showcase your design! I defy what earth-shattering masterpiece you can create in twenty minutes!"

Eric deliberately emphasizes the word "masterpiece," making it obvious he was being sarcastic.

Ashley sized Eric up. It wasn't until this moment that she looked at him directly. Her tone suddenly became icy. "Challenging Attelia? You're not qualified."

After saying that, Ashley prepared to showcase her design sketch.

Next to her, Jessica, seeing Ashley about to display her design, felt a sudden surge of anxiety.

Having stolen Ashley's previous design works, she knew better than anyone that Ashley was exceptional in fashion design.

Now, if Ashley drew exceptionally well this time and defeated Eric...

'No!' The mere thought was hard for Jessica to accept.

She had just lost to Eric, and if Ashley won against him right after, her newly improved reputation would once again take a hit.

Jessica looked evil at this moment, as if she harbored a sinister plan.

She would rather see the Zyrrinthia Team lose to the Global Team, have Eric look down on the designers from Zyrrinthia, and have the reputation of the Zyrrinthia design industry insulted by foreigners than see Ashley surpass Eric!

Since Jessica was the 5th designer of the Zyrrinthia Team, and Ashley was the 6th, Jessica was sitting right next to Ashley.

Seeing Ashley about to showcase her design, Jessica immediately picked up a bottle of water from the table and pretended to take a sip. And when putting it back, she intentionally pushed it outward. Suddenly, the bottle tipped over as the cap wasn't tightened, and water splashed out.

A considerable amount of water splashed onto Ashley's design sketch.

The design draft was made of paper. As the water droplets splashed, the design drawn on it instantly blurred and spread out.

The unexpected turn of events left everyone present stunned.

As if just realizing she had "accidentally" knocked over the water bottle, Jessica quickly stood up, wearing a look of guilt, almost on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry, Ashley. I accidentally spilled the water bottle just now, and the water splashed onto your design sketch... I'm really sorry!"

Ashley narrowed her eyes, looking at Jessica expressionlessly.

Although that gaze seemed to lack force, Jessica felt her heart suddenly tighten. Ashley's glance was like a sharp ice blade. The moment Ashley looked at her, Jessica felt as if her heart had been clenched. It frightened her to the point that her breath stopped for several seconds, and an involuntary chill ran down her spine.

Witnessing Ashley's design sketches getting wet, the audience below became even more pessimistic.

They already thought that Ashley couldn't win against Eric with a design completed in just twenty minutes. Now, with the design got wet, it seemed even more impossible.

A judge impartially said, "Designer No. 6, your design sketch got wet. Why not change the paper and redraw your previous design?"

Since the drawing was wet and the pigment blotted, it would affect the overall presentation.

Ashley lowered her gaze to the blotting-out pigment on the paper. She picked up a fine silver pen from the side and casually drew something on her draft. Then, she calmly said, "No need to redraw. Let it be like this."

As she finished her words, the entire venue fell into stunned silence.