Chapter 420

These weren't merely apparel. In fact, they represented the long history and cultural legacy of Eurasia.

Therefore, Ashlyn named the collection 'Legacy'.

"Is she crazy to showcase something so conservative? And yet, there are people applauding?" Megan's assistant, Abigail, scoffed in anger. "Other than incorporating historical elements, LX's design isn't good enough to be showcased," Megan sneered. "I'm afraid X has run out of ideas."

"I think LS is the best. All these Europeans don't have any taste at all to think that LX is any good."

Having heard the boot-licking flattery from one of her subordinates, Megan couldn't be any happier.

Not far from where they were seated, the president of the lingerie company, Merissa, frowned. "I think LX is just a small boutique. What sort of design is this?"

She was someone who had a superiority complex and looked down upon Eurasian products. Usually in such situations, no one would explicitly say anything insulting even if the designs were bad.

Therefore, it was rare for someone like Merissa to directly condemn the designs. It was obvious that she was biased against LX or perhaps biased against Eurasian products in general.

Meanwhile, the Old Devil, Kevin Lynch, saw through Merissa and admonished her, "Merissa, have you been designing lingerie for so long that your taste has deteriorated? A designer's work represents their soul. You are only looking at the company's size and ignoring the soul of X."

Looking down and pursing her lips, Merissa stayed silent. Her bias against Eurasians and their culture had inadvertently reared its ugly head.

Instead, it was another judge, O'Brien, who commented, "I think LS' designs are good. I like them."

After that, the different judges exchanged opinions.

Meanwhile, Merissa wasn't alone. Many guests who didn't like Eurasians began to gossip about Ashlyn when they saw where she was sitting.

"They're just a small company. It's no wonder that their designs don't amount to much."

"Between LS and LX, I think LS is still acceptable. As for LX, I have nothing good to say. I don't understand why some royalty just loves to wear LX's designs."

"The designer must have just been lucky."

"I don't see why it's any good."

When they saw how well-received LX's designs were, they had a case of sour grapes and hence made salty comments about Ashlyn's designs.

Anyone who wasn't blind could see that Ashlyn's designs were soulful. They captured both the historical grandeur and cultural charm of Eurasia, which was something that other designers couldn't replicate.

As long as one had an appreciation of fashion design, one would feel moved by her work and couldn't help but sing its praises.

Yet, there were a few of them who spoke loudly and didn't care whether Ashlyn heard them or not.

Meanwhile, Megan was elated to hear their words.

As her eyes flashed with smugness, she shifted her gaze towards Ashlyn and mocked, "Hey, X, don't be sad. If you really need to leave the company, I may help you to ask the president a favor. To be honest, I didn't really mean for you to quit. After all, everyone needs to feed themselves, and I'm not that kind of person."

When Ashlyn saw Megan's disgusting expression, she smirked. The face underneath the mask remained indifferent and dignified as always. "The judges' votes are not out yet. So why don't you wait patiently for a while longer?"

"What are you babbling about? The crowd's reaction has said it all." Abigail started to chuckle. "Some people aren't aware of their place and dare to challenge Ms. Hobbs. Why don't they look in the mirror first to check if they are worthy?"

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