Feeling a bit lost, Sara Lang sighed quietly to herself.
What was she even doing? Today was supposed to be entirely about helping Malcom Owens; how could she let her thoughts wander so much?
Watching as Malcom Owens opened yet another set of makeup brushes, then glancing at the nearly identical makeup kits nearby, she couldn't help but ask:
"Do you need to bring so many tools for the competition?"
Malcom Owens glanced at the box beside him and shook his head.
"President Vanderbilt told me to prepare my own kit personally; I'm not allowed to use the previous one anymore."
Sara Lang paused for a moment and then nodded, "President Vanderbilt is really considerate. In contests like these, the only places competitors can sabotage are things like these."
It wasn't until the media leaked news about her critical condition that she fully realized the true purpose behind the car accident two days ago.
