As Lena's words faded, Drake flashed a devilish smirk.
His deer-like eyes narrowed slightly as he drawled, "Is a vote even necessary?
Doesn't everyone already know who the clear winner is?"
Following Drake's lead, murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd.
"Exactly!
We all know whose design stands out—Assistant Beauty's work is undoubtedly the most stunning and innovative among all submissions.
Right?"
Several executives nodded along with Drake remarks, their hushed discussions barely audible.
All eyes turned to Beauty, making her shrink under their collective gaze.
When she hesitantly looked up, she met someone's intense stare.
Though he sat perfectly composed at the head table, his expression unreadable, she thought she detected the faintest hint of a smile in his eyes—fleeting, yet unmistakably there.
"While the outcome may seem obvious," Lena interjected, "we must still follow the voting procedure.
Let's begin."
