Chapter 103
The next moment, Quentin had already made his decision.
He put on a show, saying, "Mr. Wallace is absolutely right. This competition must be fair and transparent. We absolutely cannot tolerate any fraud."
"Once verified, the results will be voided."
"We will never show favoritism based on a contestant's identity."
Though the principal and the other two judges felt something was off about this, considering Quentin's position as vice president and the Forbes Group, they could only remain silent for the moment.
Seeing that Quentin was indeed standing up for her as expected, Sabrina couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.
Sure enough, the rumors she'd heard at Aurora College were true—Quentin, as Lynn's junior, had some unpleasantness with her back at Aurora College.
Clearly, even now, Quentin still held a grudge about it.
But on the surface, she still pretended to speak up for Charlotte: "Quentin, you've misunderstood Charlotte. She would never cheat."
Calvin got anxious: "Sabrina, Charlotte is bullying you like this, and you're still defending her?"
The cunning Quentin turned his gaze directly to Alexander: "Mr. Forbes, I heard Charlotte is your wife?"
Alexander nodded: "Yes, she's my wife."
A satisfied expression appeared on Quentin's face: "Then Mr. Forbes knows Charlotte best among everyone here."
"So I'll boldly ask Mr. Forbes—has Mrs. Forbes ever studied design? Does she know how to design?"
This time, Alexander didn't answer immediately.
Because he suddenly recalled how Charlotte had shone brilliantly on stage earlier, and when he'd asked her why she didn't mention knowing design, that mocking look in her eyes.
He lifted his head slightly, only to meet Sabrina's pitiful gaze and see her tightly clutching the watch.
In that instant, he hesitated again.
Finally, he adjusted his glasses as if to cover up: "My wife doesn't know design at all. She's never even held a paintbrush."
"See, I told you Charlotte doesn't know anything about design!" Calvin immediately started shouting.
Sabrina also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Great, Alexander's heart still leaned toward her.
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Quentin broke into a smile: "Charlotte, looks like your score will be voided."
Then he turned to instruct the staff: "Go change the champion trophy. Mr. Forbes, what's your child's name?"
"Owen! Owen!" Cynthia eagerly answered.
She thought Charlotte was so impressive, but turns out she cheated by getting someone else to do it? To win, she really had no shame.
The staff member was about to leave when they suddenly heard: "Wait."
Charlotte looked calmly at Quentin: "Mr. White, isn't it a bit hasty to determine I don't know design based on just one statement from Alexander?"
Quentin sneered: "Then how can you prove you know design? Just because you're Lynn's daughter?"
When saying Lynn's name, Quentin deliberately emphasized it, full of mockery.
He was certain that Charlotte didn't know design at all.
Because if she knew anything about design, plus having Lynn's background, how could she be content staying home as a worthless housewife?
So there was only one reason—Charlotte knew nothing about design.
Looking at his smile that didn't reach his eyes, Charlotte scoffed.
Quentin really wasn't a good person. No wonder he never got along with Keith.
Having made up her mind, Charlotte smiled contemptuously: "What if I can prove it?"
Jenna finally couldn't hold back anymore and rushed forward to stand in front of Charlotte: "Quentin, are you in cahoots with Sabrina? Otherwise, how can you determine Charlotte doesn't know design without any evidence?"
Quentin was angered by Jenna's words.
But the crafty old fox didn't show it. Instead, he smiled and said word by word: "Miss, you shouldn't speak carelessly."
"Besides, Mr. Forbes just said that Charlotte can't even hold a paintbrush, and you're saying she knows design? Isn't that a joke?"
Jenna's chest heaved with anger: "Were you born knowing how to hold a paintbrush? Born knowing design?"
Quentin hadn't expected a young girl to dare contradict and question him repeatedly in public, and his face finally showed some annoyance.
"Of course I wasn't born knowing, but I have the talent."
"I started learning to paint at four. By the time I was your age, I'd already graduated from Aurora College and won first prize in an international design competition."
Quentin snorted coldly at Charlotte: "But what about her? Has she ever held a paintbrush?"
Charlotte raised an eyebrow: "Who says I haven't held a paintbrush?"
"Fine, since you're so capable and know everything," Quentin looked Charlotte up and down with ill intent, "then draw the design sketch for your outfit today exactly as it is. If you can draw it, I'll admit defeat today."
Charlotte looked at him coolly: "And if I really can draw it?"
Quentin smiled dismissively: "If you really can draw it, I'll apologize to you and restore your first-place honor."
He paused: "But if you can't draw it, you have to apologize to me in front of everyone and shout that you're worthless, and Lynn is worthless too."
"How about it? Do you dare?"
Alexander frowned. Before Charlotte could speak, he stepped forward and grabbed her: "Charlotte, forget design—you've never even studied painting. Don't be stubborn."
He tried to pull Charlotte away, but unexpectedly, Charlotte's feet seemed rooted to the ground, not moving at all.
"Alexander, let go."
"Charlotte," meeting Charlotte's glass-like cold gaze, Alexander suddenly choked up and couldn't say another word.
Charlotte pulled her hand back and stared coldly at Quentin: "If you lose, I want you to apologize to my mom and me in front of everyone."
"Fine! Get her drawing supplies!" Quentin stared at her, suddenly dropped his smile, and turned to order the staff, "Today I want to see what Lynn's daughter can draw!"
The staff quickly turned to get the supplies.
At this moment, Calvin couldn't wait to jump out again: "Charlotte! If you can't draw it later, not only do you have to give first place back to Sabrina, you also have to apologize to us online!"
Charlotte glanced at him: "Fine! But if I can draw it, you have to post an apology statement online too!"
Calvin gritted his teeth: "Fine, who's afraid of who!"
Sabrina was delighted inside but put on a reluctant expression: "Calvin, Charlotte, why must you do this?"
Too lazy to watch her fake act, Charlotte snorted coldly and walked away.
Sabrina stood there silently.
At this moment, the drawing supplies arrived.
Without saying much, Charlotte stepped forward and selected a liner pen from the pile of brushes.
Quentin sneered.
Starting with a liner pen? Although it gives better results than pencil, it can't be erased easily and is hard to control and master.
She doesn't even know how to choose a pen, yet dares to say she knows design?
So he clapped his hands and called to the onlookers: "Everyone, come over and see just how capable Lynn's daughter really is!"