After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 109: You Reap What You Sow

Seeing the friend request, Moira Sloan raised an eyebrow. Her fingertip slid across the screen, tapping into WeChat and pressing "Accept."

Immediately after, the other person sent her a message: When are you planning to make your move?

Moira Sloan replied: After the competition ends.

The other person: ?

Moira Sloan: I need to make her accept her defeat wholeheartedly first, then cut off all her escape routes.

The other person: Understood. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Seeing the person’s calm reply, Moira Sloan couldn’t help but narrow her eyes.

’This person is pretty interesting.’

She thought that after saying something so ’vicious,’ the other person would most likely lecture her.

She hadn’t expected them to accept it so readily.

Just as Moira Sloan was thinking this, the person sent her another message: A server will come find you in a bit. Just give the USB drive to him directly.

Moira Sloan hesitated.

As if guessing her thoughts, a second message followed immediately: There’s no benefit for me in setting you up.

Moira Sloan: Oh.

’That’s true.’

’After all, we’re fellow disciples.’

’Screwing me over really wouldn’t do him any good.’

’With his current standing in the industry, setting me up would only bring disgrace upon himself.’

Having figured this out, Moira Sloan’s lips curved into a smile, and she leaned back into her chair with a lazy posture.

Flora Rhodes said, "Why the sudden wicked smile?"

Moira Sloan turned her head to look at her. "Wicked?"

Flora Rhodes nodded with a serious, certain expression.

Moira Sloan said nonchalantly, "Oh, it’s probably because I sense that revenge is coming soon, and it feels gratifying."

Flora Rhodes chimed in, "Well, that makes sense..."

After all, Moira Sloan had been framed and taken the blame for over half a year. To have her name cleared in one fell swoop was certainly a reason to be happy.

Before the third round of the competition began, several masters who had brought their star pupils to compete went to the judges’ table to inquire about something.

"Weren’t we told Mr. Quinn would be here today? How come we don’t see him?"

"That’s right, a few of us were hoping to get a glimpse of Mr. Quinn in person."

The most respected elder at the judges’ table, who had just been speaking with Connor Quinn, answered slowly, "Mr. Quinn is backstage. He won’t be making an appearance."

"Not making an appearance? Then what about the scoring?"

The elder said, "Rest assured, Mr. Quinn is absolutely impartial. Besides, none of his fellow disciples are competing today, so there’s no one for him to show favoritism to even if he wanted."

Upon hearing this, the few who had asked didn’t dare say more and just smiled along. "Master Lawson, you’re joking."

The elder returned a benevolent smile, but there was little mirth in his eyes. "Yes, I do enjoy joking with the younger generation. It shows I’m approachable."

The men were speechless. "..."

A few minutes later, the third round of the competition began. The pieces were uniformly all folding screens.

With only ten contestants left, each was the best of the best in the industry, so one could only imagine the exquisite level of their craftsmanship.

For this very reason, compared to the other nine, Rachel Yates’s work seemed rather unimpressive.

First, it lacked innovation—just a common "birds and fragrant flowers" motif. Second, the handling of details was not as polished as the other nine contestants’.

The result was predictable: she received the lowest score of all.

As soon as the scores were announced, the color drained from Rachel Yates’s face, leaving it deathly pale.

She gritted her teeth and looked at Moira Sloan. Moira simply smiled back at her, dangled the USB drive in her hand right in front of her, and then handed it to a server.

Rachel Yates: "!!"

Watching from the side, Flora Rhodes teased, "Her face is already white as a sheet, and you’re still provoking her like that. Aren’t you afraid she’s just going to snap?"

Moira Sloan scoffed. "She wouldn’t dare."

Flora Rhodes asked, "Why not?"

Moira Sloan said, "I know my uncle-master’s temperament all too well. If she dares to lose her mind and embarrass him, my uncle-master will absolutely make her disappear from this industry."

Flora Rhodes clicked her tongue. The thought of Hex Farrell made her shiver involuntarily.

After the results of the third round were announced, the top three winners went on stage to receive their awards. Rachel Yates took advantage of the chaos and made a run for the exit of the competition venue.

Unfortunately, she had barely taken a few steps before two security guards stopped her and blocked her path.

An unnatural smile on her face, Rachel Yates said, "My part in the competition is over. I have something to attend to, so I need to leave now."

One of the security guards replied, "Sorry, but the competition has a rule that no one is allowed to leave the venue early."

Rachel Yates pressed her lips together. Sensing Moira Sloan’s gaze on her from behind, her scalp tingled with dread. All she wanted was to get out of here as quickly as possible. She forced her lips into a smile, about to try and reason with the security guards again, when she heard a wave of gasps and murmurs rise from the crowd behind her.

Hearing the noise, Rachel Yates’s heart skipped a beat, and a terrible premonition suddenly washed over her.

Sure enough, when she turned around, the large screen was playing a video of her entangled with Shane Jennings...