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

Chapter 162 The Voting Begins

Susan Shelby wiped her mouth subconsciously.

Then, she could not help looking at Julian Shaw furiously. "You’ve deceived me!”

"If you aren't harboring evil intentions, how can I deceive you?" The smirk on the corners of Julian's lips grew deeper.

Susan glared at Julian for a while when she suddenly blinked her eyes innocently, walked over, stood on tiptoes, and took the initiative to kiss Julian.

A wisp of surprise flashed past Julian's eyes.

Susan had always been a very shy person. It was truly a once in a lifetime occurrence for her to take the initiative.

Why was she in such a good mood today?

Judging by the situation, it seemed like the one month of abstinence could be broken.

Julian could not help kissing her back passionately.

Susan suppressed the urge of losing strength in her legs as she guided Julian to move in the room.

When they reached the doorway, she turned around and shoved Julian abruptly to the outside while locking up the door rapidly!

By the time Julian reacted to the situation, he was already locked out from the room with his upper body exposed.

Julian was stunned for a moment. Then, he could not help flying in rage. "Susan Shelby! Open the door!"

"I won't." Susan said proudly, "The guest room welcomes your stay. I'm going to take a shower first."

Then, she left Julian behind and disregarded him before she went ahead to take the shower.

Julian knocked on the door for a while. He could not help gnashing his teeth in rage upon noticing that Susan disregarded him.

'This woman!’

'She really is getting more and more impetus!'

'Yet, it's my fault for spoiling her!’

Julian had no idea whose fault it was to blame now.

Julian took out his phone and sent a text message to Susan furiously. 'Susan, if I pay attention to you again, I'm a puppy.'

Susan could not help laughing upon reading the text message after her shower.

Julian was really becoming more and more childish.

It had not been too long after she read the text message when she heard the sound of knocking on the door again.

Susan could not help feeling amused. "Julian, if you

pay attention to me again, it makes you a puppy."

The sound of knocking stopped for a while.

Then, a voice was suddenly heard. "Woof woof." 2

"Hah." Susan did not manage to suppress her laughter this time.

She opened the door and let Julian in.

Julian was already dressed in his pajamas. He had a plate of durian in his hand. "Have some, it's your favorite."

As he was speaking, there was a wisp of disdainful glow in his eyes that he could not conceal.

He opposed durian strongly such that the stench of the fruit was no different from a biological weapon for him.

However, he knew that Susan was a strong advocate 0 f durian.

"Durian!" A look of surprise flashed past Susan's eyes." I thought you hated the smell of durian?"

Julian raised an eyebrow. "This is considered the celebration for completing the design sketch after so much hard work. Remember to brush your teeth after you have it. You must brush your teeth, you must brush your teeth."

An important matter had to be emphasized three times.

Susan could only laugh constantly as she looked at

Julian.

"What are you laughing about?" Julian looked baffled.

Susan stood on tiptoes and gave Julian's lips a gentle peck. Then, she said softly, "Julian, I love you."

Julian beamed with joy at once. He feigned his calmness by saying, "That's normal. I’m so outstanding after all.”

This time, Susan was not in a rush to refute Julian's narcissism.

She smiled so widely that her eyes were closing into slits.

One year ago, she never would have thought that she would fall in love with Julian.

One year later, she could not even imagine what she would do if she were to lose Julian.

This life was already good enough for her.

The next day.

In the early morning, news came from Mr. Reed. He instructed all the contestants to gather at Universal Tower with their works.

Susan dared not procrastinate naturally so she headed there in a rush.

Everyone submitted their works.

Mr. Reed took a glance then said, "The voting channel will officially open after one hour. You all can upload your work by yourself." "Yes," answered everyone.

"Mr. Reed, there’s still an hour’s time anyhow. Can you please comment on our work then?" Someone suddenly came up with the idea and suggested that.

The group of people watched Mr. Reed in anticipation.

Mr. Reed considered for a moment, picked up the sketches, and rifled through them before he began commentating.

Every contestant received a brief evaluation similarly with the most parts being compliments and encouragement.

The group of people was extremely happy from hearing that.

"Susan..." Mr. Reed picked up Susan’s work and examined it in detail.

Susan could not help watching Mr. Reed eagerly.

She had already put in her most painstaking effort for this work.

Mr. Reed examined it for a while, then he said, "There are some slight improvements as compared to previously, but it's only a little. Look at your arrangements over here, have you tested the angle? Also, there’s this..."

Mr. Reed began criticizing her work at great length.

There was not a single good point highlighted in

Susan's work according to Mr. Reed's comments.

Susan’s face turned ghastly pale once again. Then, she took out her notepad swiftly and jotted down the comments proposed by Mr. Reed.

It was too late for her to make amendments to her work since it was about to be uploaded immediately.

However, she could still make improvements in the direction pointed out by Mr. Reed from now on.

An approving glint flashed past Mr. Reed's eyes upon noticing Susan's action.

Mr. Reed was done commenting on people’s works. It sounded like Susan’s work still performed the worst judging by Mr. Reed's evaluation.

Every contestant could not help staring at Susan in schadenfreude.

Mr. Reed was the man with the most authority. If Mr. Reed said something was bad, it was surely a bad thing.

Susan did not deserve to be their worthy opponent anymore.

One hour later, everyone uploaded their works while the voting channel was opened simultaneously.

"One vote can only be cast from one IP address.

Everyone's work will be shared on the forums with extremely high traffic. There are thousands and thousands of internet users there. Thus, there is no need for everyone to seek help from your family and friends. Your friends and family members can only cast a thousand votes at most, and it won't affect the final result," said Mr. Reed.

The group of people answered yes. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

However, they still headed to their social networks, blogs, and all sorts of sites that they could think of quickly to get more votes.

"Susie, are you not going to share it with your friends?" asked Chance Hamilton as he was busy sharing with his friends.

"Mr. Reed said that the votes from family members and friends won’t affect the result, right?" said Susan smilingly.

"There's always a 'just in case' in everything! Just in case you are lacking a few votes from becoming a top ten finalist." Chance tapped away continuously.

Susan smiled.

There were certain things that Chance could do, but not her.

She still had her important identity as Mrs. Shaw. It would be a cause of gossip if she were to solicit votes.

Thus, everything was up to the public to choose.

The voting lasted for three whole days.

Thirty shortlisted contestants were soliciting votes from everywhere with all sorts of methods.

However, friendship was utterly incapable of determining anything just as mentioned by Mr. Reed.

The contestant with the least votes had already accumulated close to one hundred thousand votes on the first day while the person with the most votes had already passed one million!

The ratio of friendship votes to this voting number was almost negligible.