Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 163

At this time, the other two judges finally couldn't stand it anymore.

A man stood up and introduced himself, "I'm Tommy Winston."

Mabel said to Tommy respectfully, "Mr. Tommy, I'm sure that both of us know each other."

It turned out that he was Tommy Winston.

He was the founder of the most famous magazine related to internal design domestically. And he enjoyed a great reputation in the industry.

Looking at the man, Tommy said, "I can prove that he is Lance Harris. He and I are old friends."

"Well..."

All of a sudden, Mabel felt a little embarrassed.

While she was thinking about how to apologize, Lance Harris said on his own, "In fact, she's right. I'm not Lance Harris."

As Mabel heard his words, her eyes lit up.

She thought that she would have hopes.

As a result, Lance Harris said, "My real name is Ryan Teague. If you study Archaic Architecture Sect, you should know what my last name is."

After he said that, Mabel's face changed.

"Teague?"

"Is there such a surname?"

I indeed hadn't heard of it.

However, Mabel nodded dully, "I know. I know."

"Well, since we have mentioned this today, I will elaborate on it." Ryan sat in his own position.

It seemed that he had changed a little since he said his name.

He began to sit formally.

He sat there and looked at us below, saying, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ryan Teague. And I'm the 79th successor of Archaic Architecture Sect."

As soon as he said that, all the people present burst into an uproar.

In an instant, all the problems were solved.

It wasn't because Mabel's design was bad. Instead, it was because she had pretended to be an expert in the presence of the authentic expert.

In the end, she got scolded.

Mabel quickly said, "Mr. Ryan, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I'm indeed not good at design. I'll work harder on it later. Before that, I won't do this kind of design anymore."

Ryan looked at her and shook his head, "Judging from what you said just now, I am pretty sure that it is not that you didn't learn well. Instead, it is that you don't deserve to learn the design of Archaic Architecture Sect!"

Hearing this, Mabel was so angry that her veins stood out on her forehead.

She was quite angry, which was clear. But she smiled as usual as she said, "Yes, yes, you're right."

The two judges next to him helped to ease the situation, "Although this design doesn't conform to Archaic Architecture Sect, it's very comprehensive. And it's very good."

"Good? It's a lame copy!"

Ryan crossed his legs without taking Mabel's feelings into his account at all.

Although Mabel was angry, it wasn't appropriate for her to lose her temper.

She should have thought that Ryan's words alone couldn't change anything. But she didn't expect that the manager of the resort will say after observing her work, "I also think that this design isn't good."

Everyone turned to look at the manager in unison as soon as they heard his words.

"Manager."

Mabel almost cried when she heard his words

The manager said, "I didn't convey clearly. This design is not suitable for our resort."

"How could it be?" Mabel was anxious, "I designed it according to the size of my room. Although there are a lot of things in it, in fact, there isn't any problem at all. While standing in any corner, you can see different sceneries."

The manager shook his head, "The material you use doesn't fit the climate here."

Hearing the manager's words, I was enlightened.

The place that fit the Chinese garden the most was the south where the climate was superior and the humidity in the air was at the right level.

And here, the wind was strong. And it was so humid.

This design was indeed not suitable for this place at all.

After several rounds of ratings, Mabel's work was unexpectedly listed in the four eliminated works in the first round.

And the remaining three ones surprised me as well.

Unexpectedly, my work was in the elimination lists as well.

In the next two days, the three judges would work out the final ranking of the works based on the situation and location of the resort.

And the eveluation of the final was over.

Although Mabel had been eliminated, she visited Ryan, apologizing to him and pleasing him.

I looked at them from a distance, feeling a little puzzled.

If Ryan was the descendant of Archaic Architecture Sect, why didn't he use such a powerful identity? Instead, why did he have to use the name of Lance Harris?

And he had been roaming abroad.

He didn't even let anyone know that he was a local here.

In the evening, when I returned to the room, I saw that Patrick's things had been taken away.

Seeing my toothbrush lying alone in the dental cylinder on the washstand, I felt inexplicably sour in my heart.

I, who got nothing to do, was wandering around alone...

When I was halfway there, someone suddenly knocked me on my head!

Feeling that everything went black in front of my eyes, I lost consciousness in an instant.

It was unknown how long had passed...

I felt so hot!

I felt so hot that I couldn't bear it!

I opened my eyes in heat and saw that I was in my room!

It was so hot here.

How could it be so hot in the room?

My mind was in a blur. My first consciousness was that I wanted to go out.

I went out of the door.

Wearing a pair of slippers, I didn't even have time to think about what I was wearing as I was going out.

After I went out, I still felt hot outside.

I began to doubt if I had too many clothes on me. And I began to intend to take off my clothes...

As I had just taken off a shirt...

"What are you doing?"

I heard someone behind me shouting at me!

Then, I turned around.

There seemed to be a veil in front of my eyes. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see who in front of me was.

I could only speak in a hoarse voice, "It's hot. It's so hot... Help me..."

Someone approached me, held my hands, and carried me away.

On the way, I kept struggling, "I want to take off my clothes..."

That person warned me, "Don't move!"

And he said in a fierce tone.

But in my subconsciousness, I could feel that he had no malice against me.

Later, he took me to a room which I had never seen before.

We passed through the room.

Before I could react, my body suddenly fell...

In an instant, I felt myself falling into the water.

I took a breathe.

My nose and mouth were getting wet!

I started to struggle!

Then I stood up.

The swimming pool wasn't deep. I just stood there for a while and felt the bottom of the pool.

I stood up and coughed desperately. My legs were weak. And I fell again.

I stood up again.

After I did so several times, my consciousness finally came back to me.

I looked up and saw the one in front of me...

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It turned out that the person in front of me was Ryan Teague!

I began to ponder on the matter rapidly. Although I didn't have a clear memory of what had happened before, I still had some consciousness.

I lowered my head and let out a sigh of relief when I saw that I still had clothes on me.

I wanted to climb to the side.

But after trying twice, I slipped down again.

Seeing me like this, Ryan helplessly leaned over and pulled me up.

I was so weak. And he had no choice but to hold my body with both hands and pulled me up.

As soon as I came up, my hot body was shrouded by a cold aura. Then, a man's angry voice came from behind, "What are you doing?"

It was Patrick.

Without any deliberation, I could distinguish the sound."

I turned around and saw Patrick standing outside the fence as he was dressed in casual clothes.

Jeremy was standing next to him.

My head was dizzy. And I couldn't see their expressions clearly.