My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Chapter 813 Freya and Kiki Lost

Seeing Freddie's eyes red with anger, Robin smiled in a bemused manner, "Designer Freddie, if you want to cry, cry now, or else you won't be able to cry when your model comes on later!"

"Robin, 'The Empress Dowager' is clearly my work, you're plagiarising!" Freddie roared at Robin with red eyes, with an extremely stoic look.

"Heh! Your work?"

Robin sneered in triumph, "Freddie, how can you prove that 'The Empress Dowager' is your work?"

Robin's words were tinged with an aggressive sharpness, "But I can prove that 'The Empress Dowager' is my work! I can prove that you, Freddie, stole my work using unorthodox methods! If you fight with me, you will only lose!"

"Freddie, for the rest of your life, you can only be my defeated opponent! In a moment, hug the clothes and cry!"

"Robin, you really think you can be complacent for the rest of your life! Even if I lose this grand final, sooner or later, you'll be scolded!"

Freddie's face looked unpleasant, but when he said this, his youthful face carried an indestructible determination that actually made Robin cower.

But when he thought of Freddie's plagiarism being confirmed in a moment, he couldn't help but straighten his back again with an unbearable arrogance.

"Robin, you're almost out of all those pieces I used to design, right?"

Freddie hooked his lips and smiled lightly, "Robin, you really have the nerve to use those clothes you designed."

"So what if you win this final! If you don't come up with something more amazing afterwards, you'll still have to be exclaimed by everyone as losing your talents!"

Freddie moved closer to Robin, his voice carried malice, "Robin, I'll see your consequence!"

Hearing this from Freddie, Robin was nervous. But in a flash, he regained his composure.

He was not really interested in Freddie's deathbed struggle or in trying to play off his words.

As long as he wins the finals, he can have money and fame.

There is nothing to worry about. He can do the same thing again and find another talented designer to take all his designs for himself!

Leisurely crossing his legs, Robin laughed creepily, "What a pity, Freddie, you won't have the chance to see this scene in this life!"

As soon as Robin's words were spoken, the lush music started to play again at the competition.

The lights fell, and the catwalk, which had just fallen silent, was instantly radiant.

The stage is haunted by dry ice, like a cloudy fairyland from which the nymphs of the nine heavens descend to earth.

So beautiful!

When almost everyone saw Kiki and Freya walking up the catwalk, these two words came to mind all at once. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

What then flooded into the mind was a captivating and magnificent sight.

The two outfits in this group of The Empress Dowager are both in a big red colour.

The set worn by Freya was of a bustier design, and the top half of the garment was particularly simple, without even a single embroidered flower embellishment, except for a triangular inverted opening at the very front of the bustier, which made the garment more flattering to the bust, and also set off Freya's exquisite figure.

Without the lights on, the skirt of the dress was the simplest of big reds, unmistakable except for the chic cut.

But when the light hits the body, the otherwise plain skirt instantly blooms with a hundred flowers.

So many flowers don't get aesthetically boring, it just gets overwhelmingly intoxicating.

It seemed that the catwalk also resounded with the surging and stirring sound of horses' hooves.

Then, with bated breath, the crowd realised that it was not the sound of horses' hooves, but the sound of high heels on the ground.

Originally, everyone thought that the skirts were just a hundred flowers, but when Freya lifted her foot and took a step forward, in a trance, everyone saw another view, some other blooming flowers.

The dark pattern of the skirt was seen from different angles and in different light, with different shapes. Watching flower after flower blooming on the hem of Freya's skirt, everyone realised that it wasn't a hundred flowers competing for attention, but a million flowers blooming!

This dress, not a vulgar World blush, but one that encompasses all the floral colours of the world!

The red flowers are all vulgar elements, but when combined together, they are surprisingly harmonious and reserved.

Freya is like a genie who has fallen to the mortal world.

Kiki is also in big red, unlike Freya, the main element of the embroidery on her dress is birds.

With each step she took, several birds of prey were raised from the hem of her skirt, as if, to break through it and soar high into the sky.

Layers and layers of skirts draped to the ground, different birds of prey from different angles, and eventually, all birds of prey all flying towards the one fiery red phoenix on Kiki's back.

The fire phoenix hovers and twists around Kiki's left shoulder in a diagonal one-shoulder design that is light and bright, yet carries the noble elegance of the king of all birds and is beautiful.

Clothes are beautiful, so are the two women.

Such a stunning dress can only be worthy of true captivation when worn on a beauty that is subversive.

Stunningly beautiful.

Looking at Freya on the catwalk, Kieran looked displeased.

This woman is addicted to seducing men, isn't she? Who told her to go out dressed like this?

Did she know how many men in the audience had eyed on her?

The thought of her showing her best face to Jacob every day from now on made him so angry!

He wanted to hide her

It is best to lock her inside the cage so that only he can see and approach her.

But thinking of her cruelty to him, he could only turn his face away and look away.

At first, when Freya and Kiki came on stage, the crowd couldn't contain the amazement in their eyes.

Freya is dynamic, Kiki is charming, and the beauties are different, but equally beautiful.

After the awe, everyone realised a serious problem.

The clothes that Freya and Kiki were wearing were exactly the same as the clothes on the models of Court just now!

A work so similar must have been copied by one of them.

Who really copied?!