The person-in-charge's eyes darted nervously, and his back was soaked with sweat.
There was a huge disparity between Holly Sinclair's and Vivian Linton's work. A single glance was enough to tell which was superior.
'Their two pieces absolutely cannot be compared!'
Vivian Linton understood this even better, and she was frantic with anxiety.
Seeing Holly Sinclair's relentless persistence, she quickly and viciously pinched herself. Once the pain brought tears to her eyes, she took a step forward and looked at Holly with a wronged expression.
"Holly, I know you've always wanted to beat me just once. But you lost to me again today... I can understand that you're unhappy and you don't accept it, but please don't make things difficult for Tristan, okay? If you really want first place this badly, I can just give it to you—"
SLAP!
"Shut up!"
Before Vivian Linton could finish speaking, Holly Sinclair, unable to hold back any longer, had viciously slapped her across the face.
"Ah!"
