Gemma Ford accepted the host's flowers on stage, said a lot of high-sounding words, and then came down.
With the awards ceremony over, the entire event naturally came to a close. The live broadcast had been cut, and the designers in attendance began to leave one after another.
Summer Ford stared at Raine Sullivan on stage for a while, and just as she was about to leave, she suddenly stood up abruptly.
"Wait!" As she walked past the rows of seats onto the stage, Summer Ford suddenly called out to her.
"What's the matter?" Raine Sullivan turned her head and glanced at her, her voice calm.
"I would like to see the scoring sheets from the judges for each designer in this competition," Summer Ford glanced at her coolly, then turned her gaze to the event staff who hadn't had time to leave yet, "Is this too much to ask?"
The crowd froze for a moment, and their expressions seemed to panic.
