"Prepared insufficiently, just drew casually, Miss Sutton, take a look."
Isla stepped forward to take a look and was instantly stunned.
"No, it's not..."
Inside, Isla was extremely flustered; this was not the result she wanted.
Ivy's drawing was extremely detailed.
The arc of the shoulders was precisely mastered, the overall garment had form.
Even without a sample garment made, she could see that Ivy's drawing was better than hers!
Edwin Blake frowned as he glanced at them; the difference between the two was significant.
Anyone with eyes would choose Ivy's drawing.
"President Blake, how about a cigarette? Want to talk?"
Gale said, knowing Ivy was about to shut down the competition and couldn't let Edwin stop it.
Edwin didn't answer but was already walking out.
Seeing her support gone, Isla panicked immediately.
Her mind raced, pondering a strategy.
