CHAPTER 672: CHAPTER 672: THINGS HAVE GOTTEN SERIOUS

Evelyn Clayton woke up, and it was already evening.

She was awakened by a call from her assistant, Susan Lynch.

"Evelyn, the design exhibition’s schedule has been temporarily moved to tomorrow because many designers feel that the area is not very safe and want to leave as soon as possible, so the organizing committee decided to move the time forward. How are your preparations going?"

Evelyn pinched the bridge of her nose, barely waking up, "I’m all set, no problem. How’s the studio?"

Originally, Susan Lynch was supposed to join her for the design exhibition, but since Susan couldn’t book a ticket, only Evelyn flew in via a transfer from Germany, and Susan had to temporarily return to Vesseria.

"No problem here, Evelyn, you just focus on the competition!"

Evelyn smiled softly, "I’m not worried. It’s just that I need you to help pack up things and ship them back home."

Evelyn had a small clothing studio in Vesseria, which was quite profitable, but now she plans to resettle back home and won’t return to Vesseria for the time being, so the studio must temporarily close.

The original plan was that after the design exhibition competition, she and Susan would go back to clean up the studio, but since Susan couldn’t make it, she decided to go back and prepare first.

"You’re too kind, Evelyn. You’ve fired everyone from the studio but kept me, even bringing me back to develop domestically; I’m grateful! Go, Evelyn, good luck! If I finish packing early and go back first, I’ll get the house ready for you!" Susan said cheerfully.

After hanging up the call, Evelyn got up and organized her design drafts.

Although this design exhibition competition is not large in scale, it has attracted many famous designers from around the world. Winning the top prize at this competition would not be an easy task for Evelyn.

Moreover, she’s not doing what she was best at—clothing design. This time, she’s focusing on jewelry design.

Most of the designers in this competition have at least a decade of experience in jewelry design; she is almost a newcomer.

However, Evelyn’s goal is clear. She mainly wants to experience the competitive atmosphere and observe the competitors’ levels to broaden her horizons.

After organizing her design drafts, Evelyn received a temporary notice from the competition’s organizing committee, and soon, they followed up with a phone call to ensure every designer could be present.

Having slept so much during the day, Evelyn found it hard to fall asleep at night, managing only a few hours of rest around two or three in the morning.

At seven, even before the alarm went off, Evelyn woke up on time.

She got up, packed her things, leisurely washed her face and brushed her teeth, and even had room service deliver breakfast.

At eight-thirty, as Evelyn was about to leave, she heard commotion coming from the street outside the window.

Evelyn’s eyes narrowed as she walked to the window, her brow furrowing suddenly.

She saw that, at some point, crowds of protestors had gathered on the Champs-Elysees. Not far off, police had arrived to maintain order, but signs of unrest were starting to show.

Could she be this unlucky?

Just when she was about to head to the competition, disruptions started brewing in Paris?

Evelyn’s brows furrowed tightly, and she took out her phone to check international news.

Hoping against hope that the protest would end soon, Evelyn only grew more anxious the more she read the news.

Soon, her phone rang.

It was a call from the competition’s organizing committee.