Xaviera Evans had just stepped out of the make-up room when she ran into Eve Doleman's manager, who stood in front of her with a belligerent stance, looking for trouble.
Xaviera raised her eyes, coolly scanning the other party, "Please step aside."
The manager scrutinized Xaviera, indeed she was very beautiful, ranking among the best even among female celebrities. It didn't matter if she was a designer, her face alone was enough to threaten Eve.
Strangely, the manager also found this little designer somewhat familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere before.
"Hey! Girl, I'd like to remind you, it's enough to just show up for today's competition. Don't take it too seriously," the arrogant manager warned.
"Why?" Xaviera asked impassively.
The manager burst out laughing at her question, as if she had heard a joke: "What gives you the right to ask? This show was tailored for our Eve, she's the eventual winner. So, your struggles are in vain, you won't become the champion."
