"But it's good for further development, my lord. No matter how hard we try to cover up the news, in the end, the news of Miss Limone's death will spread, which will affect the fashion industry around the world. People will lose their inspiration and creativity will be stymied. You've seen it yourself, all of our department stores have had almost no new styles recently."
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"This competition will wake up designers from their trances and start over after a great loss. I think this is what Miss Limone wants more. She won't be able to sleep well if she knows that the fashion world has died with her."
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Slowing down her steps, she stopped dead in her tracks. On a tall building in the middle of Paris, Gaston looked out the window. He could feel the romantic atmosphere of the evening. The cool breeze blew against his face. To the north, as far as he could see, the Eiffel Tower was still standing tall. It seemed that his close aide, Didier Erschon, had succeeded in calming him down.
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"And another thing, my lord, this competition is open. You can submit your work from anywhere in the world, so the work is very diverse. But the same thing that the designers hold as the center is the love for Limone Beauduin. Think about it, with the younger generation whose future is buried, the fashion world will not continue if the boss abandons the project..."
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"Ummmm...mm...mm..."
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"Okay, okay, I know. In any case, I will lose to you every time. You know my weakness about Limone's death. Let's do it! Then, tomorrow, please help me. Call the various departments to a meeting. I want the design of the event to be the best."
"Because I also want to do it for Limone for the last time..."
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Until the time of the competition passed, everything seemed to end well. But oh well! In the end, there were still criticisms and doubts about someone's decision.
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"Master, have you really thought it through to choose this woman's work? I think her work is very ordinary compared to the work of other designers...?"
Secretary Didier remarked.
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"You are too nosy. Didn't you say that your mouth will be scarred? I chose it, so it's over, don't you understand! There's nothing complicated! The plane has already sent him to pick him up. Didn't he say that he would come with his best friend?"
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"Yes... yes, she's my girlfriend."
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"I didn't know!... When did you secretly hide your wife and child? That means you've been laying eggs everywhere, didn't you Didier? When you go to work abroad, you always bring women with you. Last time, you went to do some business in Africa, and this is us."
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"Yes... yes, I didn't think it was important, so I didn't tell you. I also thought it was a personal matter.."
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"What the heck! You want me to meddle? ... Alright, fine. Get out of my room! I'm the one who's nosy about other people's business! Damn it!"
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"No, sir. I just want to.."
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"Get out! Didier! Don't make me talk too much. You know what it feels like when I get annoyed."
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Gaston sternly spoke, his face fierce and serious, his wide palms spread out towards the door, inviting his confidant to go out. This was his true self, a cold and emotionless young man, he would only be in a good mood when he thought of or talked about Limone. The rest, no! To the point where no one could touch him!
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Waiting until he saw Didier walk far out of sight from the door, Gaston opened the image file on the laptop on his desk to look at it, before he started talking to himself in his mind.
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"Why did I choose this piece when there were other pieces that were prettier...? Because this collection is the most similar to Limone's design!... Oh, Didier!... You never understand anything..."
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It was as if he could hear it, because as soon as Didier Erschon opened the door, he suddenly became weak in the knees and sighed. He leaned back against the wall, thinking of a plan and evaluating various situations. What should I do next?
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"I just want to tell you, sir, that the winner of the contest is a woman from Thailand that you really hate."
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"Since you're judging by emotion without looking at any background information, the hardships will fall on me. Sigh!!! Aaaah!!! So annoying!!! What should I do with my life!!!"
Didier grumbled.
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Then a strange letter was sent to Thailand. As soon as she opened the envelope and read the details inside to her heart's content, Nongnapat's tears started to well up. She almost fainted right there because she was so touched by her success. Her work was selected. It was considered by Gaston to be the most perfect collection! She was the first place winner of the contest! On top of that, she also received an award that was hard to refuse, which was…
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A round-trip flight ticket from Bangkok to France, an honor to organize an exhibition of her own work, and the opportunity to congratulate Interview and receive the award directly from President Emmanuel Gaston
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Which is comparable to the first door that opened the way for Nongnapat. From now on, everyone will know her as a famous Thai designer. There is no way she will return to being a naked dancer in front of the computer.