Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 1077

Chapter 1077 Bailey Enters The Competition

Sounds of disdain echoed around.

Hmph, you are at your wit's end, yet you still dare to spout such nonsense. How funny.

A flash of impatience crossed Melanie's face as she waved her hand dismissively. “Alright then, since

you're all so confident, please present your contestant.”

“Let me broaden my horizons and see who has the divine power to turn the tide, prop up the honor of a

collapsing family, and save the face of the Yrina family.”

Zara chuckled lightly. “Come on out. Success or failure hinges on this competition. Don't you dare

tarnish the reputation of our sect.”

The crowd was bustling, everyone was looking around.

Judging by Zara's expression, they wouldn't lose this match and that gave food for thought.

God knew who could turn defeat into victory, preserving the honor and dignity of the Yrina family.

“Bailey is ready.”

“Could it be Bailey Jefferson?”

“D*mn, a big shot like Bailey can do embroidery?”

“Well, you never know. She has so many skills that you can't even count them all on both hands.”

“That's true. We wouldn't find anything she can do surprising. This woman is truly extraordinary.”

Melanie's face began to look unpleasant.

The sudden appearance of Bailey was certainly no coincidence, there must be some hidden agenda

behind it.

“Ms. Jefferson, as the chief judge for this competition, you should be in the judging area. You've gone

the wrong way.”

Bailey didn't respond, she walked straight up to Zara. They looked at each other with a faint smile

playing on their lips.

Zara began to speak, “Bailey is the embroiderer who will be the temporary replacement for the Yrina

family. She just joined us not long ago, so her skills are not that refined. I hope everyone can

understand when the time comes.”

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When did Bailey become a disciple of the Yrina family?

Melanie glared at Zara, gritting her teeth as she said, “I've told you before, only someone from the

Yrina family can take your place in the competition. Outsiders are not allowed in the competition.

“Everyone knows that the winner of this competition will be making the wedding dress for Ms.

Jefferson. Now, what are you trying to do by sending her to compete with me?

“Zara, if you want to pull some strings, just say it. You could have just asked Bailey to commission you

to make the wedding dress.

“Why go through all the trouble of inviting her to compete with me, only to take back the crown of

victory and give it to you`?”

Zara looked at her with a smile, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, neither humble nor

arrogant. In a steady tone, she said, “As I've mentioned, Bailey is a disciple of the Yrina family, and has

not been with us for long.

“Everyone knows that Yrinasion embroidery technique is not taught to outsiders. Only the disciples

within our sect can truly master it. Hence, a simple test will make it clear whether she is a disciple of

the Yrina family or not.”

Everyone exchanged glances with each other.

The situation had evolved to this point, far beyond their expectations.

Melanie squinted at her, pausing after each word, “When did the Yrina family take Bailey in? How come

I've never heard of it?

“Zara, she couldn't possibly be someone you took in temporarily, could she? You want her to pull

strings for the Yrina family, that's why you deliberately attached yourself to her.”

Zara couldn't be bothered to waste her breath on this fool. She turned to the judges and asked, “If

Bailey Jefferson is indeed a disciple of the Yrina family, would she be eligible to participate in the

competition?”

This...

The judges were so frustrated that they wanted to just die.

After all, who was Bailey?

She was the source of misery to most people.

Anything she meddled with never ended well.

If she were to participate in the embroidery competition now, the likelihood of the Strasson family

winning the championship today would be quite slim.

This ill fate had struck them after all.

Who would dare to say 'no' to Bailey in the Shurmer family's territory?

One of the judges reluctantly said, “Ms. Melanie has declared that any disciple from the Yrina family

can replace Zara in the competition, but...”

Zara waved her hand to interrupt him, “There's no room for 'buts'. Since Ms. Melanie has made such a

statement, she should honor her words.

“Next, let's verify whether Bailey is indeed a disciple from our sect. If it's confirmed that she is, then no

one should stop her. Let her proceed to the competition directly.”

...

On the main seats.

Those from the Shurmer family exchanged glances.

Waverly asked with some confusion, “Can Bay do embroidery?”

Zeke tilted his head to look at Juliana, his gaze subtly filled with a question.

Juliana gave a light cough, slowly lowering her head, and said with an awkward laugh, “I don't know. I

really don't know. Hehe.”

Steven spoke up from the side, “All we need to do is quietly protect her, ensuring she doesn't suffer or

feel wronged. Let's just wait and see.”

The facts had shown that Bailey knew the Yrinasion embroidery technique.

Everyone was admiring the piece she had embroidered on the spot, repeatedly expressing their

amazement.

Bailey once again presented the skills that represented her identity as a disciple of the Yrina family, and

everyone gradually accepted this fact.

Melanie looked at Bailey with a gloomy face. She felt a sense of unease in her heart after meeting

Bailey's eyes that were full of wisdom.

Bailey was renown internationally, and extremely difficult to deal with.

Whoever dared to challenge her always ended up in a terrible state, didn't they?

She was beginning to feel a sense of regret. She regretted her show of bravado, her arrogance, and for

allowing the Yrina family to arbitrarily choose a replacement for Zara in the competition.

She should be the one to choose the replacement.

I have made a grave mistake.

“You... you are really Zara's new disciple?”

Bailey raised an eyebrow, responding with a question instead of an answer, “What do you think?”

Seeing that she didn't deny it, Melanie actually felt a sense of relief.

What can a newly accepted disciple, who has yet to master embroidery technique possibly achieve?

Even if I were to face her today, I won't lose.

No, that won't happen.

With such thought, she regained her confidence.

“I really didn't want to pick on you, a novice who's just started learning, but since you're insistent on

competing, don't blame me if you lose later. And don't hold grudges, alright?”

“If I win, you'll let me tailor your wedding dress, and also pass on the title of World's Best Embroidery to

the Strasson family, without any favoritism towards the Yrina family.”

Bailey looked at her with a smile, his eyes curved in amusement. “Whatever you say goes.”

The mere mention of 'winning' from you sounds like a joke.

Because you can never win.

Bailey didn't finish what she was saying, but the look in Melanie's eyes was filled with intense mockery.

In her eyes, Karina was someone with weight, but this daughter of the Strasson family still failed to

impress her.

Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't suggest that the Yrina family choose someone else to compete.

From the moment she proposed this idea, the downfall of the Strasson family was sealed.

The faces of the judges in the review area turned pale, their eyes reflecting a 'we're doomed'

expression, as if they had lost all hope in life.

You spurned an easy victory, insisting on courting disaster. You truly got what you deserved if you lost

today.

“Since no one has any objections, let's start the competition. If I win, the Yrina family will keep the title

of World's Best Embroidery.

“If I lose, I will proceed according to Ms. Melanie's wishes. All the honor and glory of the Yrina family

will then belong to the Strasson family.”

As the final note fell, Bailey had already reached the embroidery table.

The theme of today's competition was quite straightforward: impromptu creation.

Before them lay a piece of satin, two meters wide and three meters long. It was devoid of any

embellishments or prints. There were no rulers or samples on the table; the contestants could only rely

on their intuition to do the embroidery.

The error rate would be very high in this process. If a mistake was made, the only option was to undo

and re-embroider, which was both time-consuming and labor-intensive.

However, for top-notch masters, the difficulty wouldn't be too overwhelming to handle.

“Ms. Melanie, please.” Bailey said with a smirk, “Enjoy your happiness now, because you'll be crying

later.”