Thorns Grow After Betrayal (Celeste and Chester) novel Chapter 392

"Yes, who is this?"

Celestine found the voice very familiar, but she couldn't place it at the moment.

"Hello, this is Lisa, the head of the design department at The Prescott Group. I'm not sure if you remember me."

Celestine was taken aback.

She instantly matched the voice to the person.

When she went to The Prescott Group for the competition last time, her design submission had been inexplicably held back.

It was this Lisa who had gone against the consensus and allowed her to advance to the next round.

"I'm truly sorry about you not being able to participate in the competition. Mr. Kelsey said your hand is still in the recovery phase. Do you know how much longer it will take to heal?"

Celestine's eyes lowered.

So that was how Bagehot was exploiting her injury for his own gain, was it?

"Lisa, my hand was injured a month ago. It's almost fully recovered now. Thank you for your concern."

"Really?!" Lisa said happily. "Celestine, here's the thing. The Prescott Group's individual competition phase is starting tomorrow. I'd like to extend a special invitation for you to participate in tomorrow's second round."

As the chief judge of the competition, Lisa had one additional privilege.

She could choose one contestant from those already eliminated who she felt had potential and bring them back into the competition.

She had exercised this right only a handful of times.

Celestine was the third person to make her use this power.

The previous two had already become world-renowned master designers.

Celestine was quite surprised. "Are you sure? You really want me to continue in the competition?"

"I'm sure. Ten o'clock tomorrow morning, ninth floor of The Prescott Group. Don't be late this time," Lisa said with a laugh.

After the call ended, Celestine still felt like she was dreaming.

One moment, she was feeling lost about the future.

The next, such an opportunity had presented itself.

Celestine arrived at her apartment with her suitcase.

This trip to Silvermere had been a constant rush against time.

After she typed out the message, he didn't reply, nor did he accept the money.

Instead, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Celestine turned to open the door.

The man stood there in casual white pants and a shirt, exuding a lazy charm.

No matter how many times she saw him, she was still stunned by Gideon's perfectly chiseled, model-like face.

He seemed to have just showered; there was a faint mist in his hair, and he smelled of the woody body wash she had once noticed in the bathroom at the Prescott family home.

"Gideon, what are you doing here?"

"I figured you'd be home." Gideon subtly looked Celestine over.

She had lost weight.

"Yes, something came up in Silvermere, so I came back early."

Celestine invited him in to sit down and said sincerely, "Thank you for looking after the place. I really like the new renovation."

"I'm glad you like it." Gideon reverted to his former aristocratic, laid-back demeanor. "That mischievous little Cynthia was partly to blame for this place getting flooded. I deducted half of the cost from her parents' allowance, so you don't need to transfer me any money."