Chapter 844

By any means, the host of the competition needed to find the attacker and blacklist that person for good.

Shane saw an expression of fierce determination on the man’s face. He nodded in satisfaction and said,
“Very well. Don’t disappoint me, or else I will cancel my investment and ask my wife to withdraw from the
competition.”

The host lurched slightly, and only after a moment did he nod gravely. “Rest assured. I won’t let you
down.”

He was aware that the investment from such an important company like Thompson Group would only
disadvantage them; it might affect the decision of other investors as well.

Besides, Natalie’s withdrawal from the competition would highly ruin their reputation, and the public
would be suspicious of their fairness. After all, it was a totally different issue than the time when they
would disqualify a contestant who broke a rule.

Thus, both situations were not favorable to him.

“Alright then,” Shane said as he lifted his chin. “One more thing. We just found my wife’s model, and
she’s in a bad condition. She needs some treatment. I guess you can postpone the show by an hour,
right?”

“Sure, that wouldn’t be a problem,” the latter replied affirmatively because that was the least they could
do. It was not considered cheating.

“You go ahead and do. Also, send a doctor here at once,” Shane commanded.

“Yes, sir.” At that, the host left.





Shane returned to the dressing room and heard Natalie asking Sally about the attacker.

Sally held a warm cup of water with both hands. “I went to retrieve the security footage, but no one was
in the surveillance room. When I was looking for the person in charge, I could hear footsteps following
me. I turned my head, and…” she trailed off, her voice shaking.

“And what?” Natalie asked as she held her hands. The latter took a deep breath to remain composed
and continued, “Just as soon as I turned my head, a baton whistle passed my ear. I felt pain in the back
of my head, and I passed out.”

“Baton…” Natalie gasped. Her face was pale. “Didn’t that person know a blow of baton could be fatal?”

Human skulls were fragile — they could be easily breached when someone fell down, not to mention a
violent jolt to the head. It was a great miracle that Sally had survived such a big blow.

“Did you manage to see that person’s face?” Shane asked as he looked at Sally.

She clenched the blanket in her fist. She nodded at first but then shook her head. “I didn’t see her face. I
just noticed it was a blonde hair girl with a hood over her head. I presume she is a Westerner.”

“Westerner?” Natalie narrowed her eyes, deep in thought.

“Nat, do you think it’s the same person that locked you in the toilet room?” Sally asked. “I went to the
surveillance room to check that. So I guess that same person tried to stop me by attacking me and
tamper the footage.”

Then she paused to take a sip of water before she continued, “I think she didn’t expect me to go and
check the footage in that instant, so she knocked me out in panic.”

Indeed, everyone at that competition was aware that she was Natalie’s model. Her intention to go to the
surveillance room right after the incident was obvious.



“No, I don’t think so.” Natalie shook her head.

“Why makes you think so?” asked Sally as she blinked curiously.

“By the time you got attacked, the round had already started. The person who locked her must be one of
the designers. After all, all the designers are so competitive,” Shane reasoned.

“He’s right,” Natalie said firmly as she nodded.

Realization soon dawned on Sally. “ I see, so it was two different people. Do you think the one who
attacked me was a model? I remember her being quite tall.”






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