The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 466

The plane landed in America.

Susan Shelby disembarked the plane and saw a middle-aged man with a cultured, refined outlook.

She could not help smiling at the man. " Hey there."

The man was Mr. Reed’s apprentice as well and the most renowned designer in Canada now. He was unparalleled.

His name was Cliff Pierce.

When Susan first entered the profession, h e was already a well-known person in the field.

Susan wondered if it was easier for those with the surname Pierce to succeed in this profession?

There was a Tomas Pierce in the past and now, there was Cliff Pierce.

Cliff looked at Susan and smiled. "Let’s go, I'll take you to the hotel first."

"Alright,” answered Susan immediately while she asked, "Cliff, I was so surprised when I heard from my teacher that you were coming to pick me up. Are you taking part in the Locke Award as well?"

Cliff raised an eyebrow and scoffed once. "N o. A competition like the Locke Award is actually the American way of entertaining themselves. I clung on to it for a while when I was young. However, I gave up after failing to enter the top three for three consecutive years. If I were to risk sounding arrogant, it's true that I don't have full confidence that I'll win the competition but I will still take the position of the top three winners."

Susan understood Cliff's statement so all she could do was nod approvingly.

It had been so many years and the capability of Canadian designers had always been no less than others. However, Canadian designers rarely ever placed as one of the top three winners of the Locke Award.

This was unrelated to the capability already but it originated from the inherent hostility of America to Canada.

"Susie, you're still young. Consider your participation in this competition as an opportunity to accumulate experience and don't take the final result too seriously.” Cliff took a glance at Susan and forewarned her.

Susan could not help chuckling. "Don’t worry, Cliff. I'm only trying to improve myself through the competition!

Cliff nodded in approval. "You have the right mentality. The top three winners of the Locke Award will certainly be the Americans. Strive to become the top ten finalists with your goal in this competition. Fame is just an illusion but a determined effort to improve yourself will be yours."

Cliff’s remark was absolutely meant to guide Susan.

Susan nodded in admiration. "Noted, thank you, Cliff.”

Cliff chuckled. "There's no need to thank m e. I was sent here to help you because of your teacher. You should do fine in the preliminary online competition for the Locke Award, but the crucial parts are the quarterfinals and finals. From now until the quarterfinals, you still have one month. I've already freed my time in advance for a month to carry out training for you to improve and make breakthroughs. I hope that you'll be able to acquire an even better result this way."

One month of targeted guidance by Cliff Pierce?

Susan's eyes lit up at once. She remembered that Cliff told her that Mr.

Reed sent him here so she could not help feeling gratified in her heart.

Her teacher really did not want her to let her talent go to waste.

From now on, she would not disappoint her teacher anymore. She decided that she would certainly make fame for herself on the designer's path.

Susan prepared in full pursuit for the Locke Award. She directly shut herself in the hotel following a period of time and accepted Cliff's assault training.

Immersed in the sea of designing, Susan worked tirelessly day and night and found that she had no time to think about those annoying matters anymore.

In Skyking City, Julian Shaw was restless and could not sit still from anxiety.

Susan suddenly headed to the States and she was taking part in some Locke Award. I t would take her two to three months there i n total before her return.

It was especially worrying when Julian received news that Susan was being guided by Cliff for 24 hours. He became even more restless without his notice.