The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 159 A Big Blow From Mr. Reed

Who was Mr. Reed?

In recent years, there were a dozen of renowned designers that came into the public view of Summery. Three of these designers were universally recognized a s the top designers.

On the other hand, those three designers were all Mr. Reed's apprentices without exception!

When Mr. Reed was young, his achievements illuminated a whole generation.

As he aged, the apprentices he taught were all similarly brilliant.

He was the true first man of the interior design industry.

In fact, no one else was qualified to compete the moniker of 'first man’ with him.

"Mr. Reed, it's actually Mr. Reed." Susan Shelby’s eyes lit up brightly.

Mr. Reed's work was considered an obligatory course for designers like them. She had lost count of how many pieces of Mr. Reed’s work that she studied in detail since she was attending university until she started working!

His work was a combination of delicateness and majesticness.

The works contained an untraceable wholeness and harmony.

It was simply...

Perfect!

Now that it was announced that Mr. Reed was the judge, it was time for her to meet Mr. Reed in person and perhaps she could even receive his guidance.

Susan felt that she was so overjoyed that she almost lost her mind.

"Don't get excited first. Read everything, read everything first." Chance Hamilton suppressed his excitement.

Was there even better news than Mr. Reed’s presence?

Susan continued reading.

Then, her eyes lit up abruptly.

A new reward was added to the competition.

One of the top ten contestants would be chosen as Mr. Reed's final direct apprentice.

One person could become Mr. Reed's apprentice and it was the position of the final direct apprentice. The news was enough to drive everyone mad.

Alya almost lost her mind when she leaned closer and read to this part. "Oh oh oh oh, it’s the opportunity to b e taken in as Mr. Reed’s apprentice! Why didn't I put in more effort in my preparations at that time!"

"Me too! I would have stopped eating and fully engaged in designing if I knew about this. Perhaps I would have gotten myself shortlisted this way."

Other than Chance and Susan, the rest of the people inside the office were howling sorrowfully.

"The shortlisted contestants will be gathering at Universal Tower at two in the afternoon." The head of the design department took a glance at them and said smilingly, "Mr. Shaw said the staff members that are shortlisted in the competition will receive full support from the company. Both of you do not need to work in the afternoon. Don't worry, your wages won't be deducted."

Chance and Susan could not help cheering in joy.

Susan sent Julian Shaw a text message when she returned to her seat.

'Mr. Reed is actually coming! Why didn’t you tell me this in advance!'

As the biggest sponsor of the competition, it was impossible for Julian to not know about this information.

Julian smiled and typed swiftly. ‘Aren't you surprised?'

'Very,' Susan replied earnestly.

'Strive to become one of the top ten finalists,' replied Julian.

She would stand a chance to be taken as Mr. Reed's apprentice by becoming one of the top ten finalists.

Susan felt her willpower to fight was burning.

She had one more reason to win now.

In the afternoon at Universal Tower.

All the thirty shortlisted designers were there, the group of people waited for Mr. Reed’s arrival eagerly. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

At two o'clock sharp, the door was opened.

An energetic old man walked into the room accompanied by an assistant.

It was Mr. Reed. Everyone perked up in his arrival.

Mr. Reed looked around him before he said, "It seems like no one is late and everyone is here. Then I shall give some comments on everyone's work that was shortlisted in the first qualifying round before this."

Mr. Reed went straight to the ensemble without beating about the bush.

The people were anticipating eagerly as well. Sheldon Parsons had already commented on their works earlier, but could Sheldon's vision compare to Mr.

Reed's? 1

The young assistant turned on the projector and the contestants' works were displayed in succession.

Mr. Reed gave a brief three-minute evaluation of every contestant's work. Then, he pointed out the general area for improvements.

When it was Chance's turn, Mr. Reed noted that Chance’s work was magnificent with the grandness of Great Master Strange but he advised Chance to find his own path as soon as possible.

Chance was already excited beyond comparison upon receiving the comment.

He tugged at Susan repeatedly. "Susan, did you hear that? Mr. Reed complimented my design style to be magnificent!"

"I heard that, I heard that. Look at how proud you are o f a trifle compliment." Susan teased Chance but she was also getting eager as well.

It was her turn soon and she wondered how Mr. Reed would evaluate her work!

"The final work is from Susan Shelby."

Susan's work was displayed on the projector.

Mr. Reed took a glance at Susan nonchalantly before h e said without showing any courtesy, "The work is quite creative and a little witty! However, take a look here, here and here, everyone. The structure is so messy. The combination of the sofa set and coffee table here is simply beyond one’s imagination. Aside from lacking in the most fundamental structural components, the color scheme is fresh but have you considered the overall tone? Isn't it even better if you can shift this part here this way?”

Mr. Reed had only given a few brief comments to each

person's work.

However, he spent a long time and gave a lot of comments to Susan.

Mr. Reed spent a total of ten minutes to comment on Susan's work until it was simply useless.

Susan felt rather recalcitrant as well yet each of Mr. Reed’s comment was perfectly reasonable. Moreover, the overall product was genuinely elevated to a higher rank after Mr. Reed's simple adjustments.

Susan's lips twitched but she did not say anything in the end, only her face grew slightly paler than before.

Mr. Reed highlighted the good points of the earlier works.

Why did he only highlight the weak points when it was her turn?

Mr. Reed was her idol. Susan felt sick when she was criticized by her idol in such a manner.

The people could not help glancing over to Susan with a piteous gaze.

Frankly, they found Susan's work to be rather impressive before this. Yet, they suddenly found Susan’s work to be nothing much when it was criticized by Mr. Reed in the minute details. At the very least, their works still had some good points. Susan's work did not have any good points at all.

"Alright, the commentating ends here." After criticizing Susan's work from top to bottom, Mr. Reed entered the next topic right away. "The panel of judges got me on board to become a judge this time. In other words, I’m the sole person who is going to decide who amongst you can become the top ten finalists. Is there any complaint regarding that?"

The people did not have any complaints naturally.

"However, I have a complaint." Mr. Reed said nonchalantly, "The final purpose of interior design is t o ensure the residents’ comfort and pleasure in the house. As a result, I feel that the only person that has the authority to decide the final shortlisted contestants is the public."

"The public?"

The group of people could not help engaging in a clamor of comments.

Mr. Reed disregarded the clamorous babbles as he continued to speak, "I will give you seven days’ time. I n seven days, you must complete the design without any specified theme and upload it to the designated website. Then, we will open a voting channel for each shortlisted contestant for three days. The top ten contestants with the highest votes after three days will become the top ten finalists!”

The decision would be made based on online voting!

This method was truly simple yet brutal.

"Alright, that's all for today. You can leave now." Mr. Reed did not bother to make any small talk but he began to send people home.

By the time the people had all left the building, the young assistant could not help looking at Mr. Reed. "M r. Reed, it seems that you've delivered a crushing blow to Susan Shelby."