Chapter 738
738:
As they spoke, the competition had already moved on to the next presentation.
Dustin glanced at the screen. “It’s Arthur’s turn now. Let’s see what he’s got.”
Collin gave him a blank look. Then, without a word, he turned and walked out, leaving behind one final order. “You handle it.”
“Wait! Collin!”
Before Dustin could react, the resting room door shut. Collin was already gone.
Dustin glanced at the screen, bit his lip, and muttered, “Arthur should be fine… but I need to check on Collin.”
Over the years, Collin always lost his grip whenever Linsey was involved.
Dustin truly feared he might do something reckless—especially with so many eyes watching at today’s competition.
Collin strode straight toward the designer’s passageway.
With every step, his heart thumped harder and faster.
He was almost certain now—Aurora was Linsey.
No matter what happened, he had to see her for himself.
“Mr. Riley? What brings you here?”
𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝗵𝓮𝗿𝗲: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝗰𝗈𝗺
A staff member stood at the entrance. He had been working with Linsey and froze slightly when he saw Collin’s serious face.
Collin didn’t waste time. “Has Contestant No. 3 finished speaking?”
He remembered that when he walked out earlier, it was Arthur’s turn to present.
“Yes,” he replied, trying to stay calm, though his expression showed clear confusion. “Is there something you need?”
“I need to go in. I want to see her,” Collin said firmly.
He stepped forward.
Startled, the staff member quickly raised his hand to stop him. “Mr. Riley, the competition is anonymous this year. Until the results are announced, no one is allowed to know which designer is which.”
Biting his lip nervously, he added, “Your designer is in Booth 5. You can check there.”
A flicker of impatience crossed Collin’s face. “I’ll explain everything to the person in charge. My presence won’t affect the results.”
Before the staff member could argue, Collin moved past her and walked in without hesitation.
“Mr. Riley!” he called out in a panic, glancing around.
Others were nearby, so he swallowed his voice and hurried after Collin.
As Collin walked, the space ahead opened up. The lights grew brighter. He felt the air shift—heavy, damp, and warm.
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