Sophia hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I... I might have a plan."

Samuel and Amanda both leaned forward, their interest instantly piqued. "What is it?" they asked in near unison.

Sophia bit her lip, appearing deeply troubled. "But it wouldn't be fair to my sister... It feels wrong."

"Fair to Elise?" Amanda cried out indignantly. "When has she ever been fair to you? She humiliated both you and Samuel at that press conference without a second thought! She doesn't consider you family, so why are you protecting her?"

"Alright," Sophia said reluctantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do whatever it takes for Samuel."

When she finally revealed her scheme, both Samuel and Amanda were genuinely stunned by its audacity.

Could they actually pull that off?

Sophia maintained her troubled expression. "Don't you think... this might be going too far?"

"Too far?" Amanda quickly countered. "Elise started this by cheating first! If she's playing dirty, we're just giving her a taste of her own medicine! It's only fair!"

Sophia then turned to Samuel, who nodded in agreement. "She brought this upon herself. We wouldn't resort to such measures if she hadn't pushed us to this point."

"Yes," Sophia murmured solemnly, her innocent appearance belying the cunning nature of her elaborate scheme.

Her heart had grown dark indeed.

If Elise wanted to play games with her, she would only end up utterly humiliated.

And yet...

Did William really have a fiancée?

While the thought of Elise being toyed with by William gave her some satisfaction, it also meant that Sophia herself had no chance with him!

Sophia bit her lip, deciding to wait and see how events would unfold.

The final round of Solo Show was finally here, and the studio buzzed with palpable tension since it was broadcasting live.

Only three pairs would emerge victorious in this ultimate competition.

The competing designers were Elise, Sophia, and a mixed-ancestry fashion designer named Andal Scott, while their celebrity partners were Amanda, Stella Murray, and Kathy Barnes.

Among the three celebrities, Stella had the smallest following while Amanda was the most popular.

Moreover, Mitchell Corp had spared no expense in buying popularity for Sophia and Amanda. The moment the program began, searches and discussions about them skyrocketed across the internet.

Amanda, in particular, had skillfully used her down-to-earth, straightforward girl-next-door persona on camera to elevate herself among B-list celebrities.

The final round of Solo Show commenced at 8 PM, the prime time for reality television.

As the host officially announced the start of the event, the thousand-strong audience and three judges erupted in applause. There was an additional judge—Maron, an internationally renowned fashion designer whose name carried immense weight in the industry, and who had previously judged Sheeny Cup, the world's most prestigious design competition.

In the CEO office at Levine Holdings headquarters, William's phone kept buzzing incessantly even as his eyes remained fixed on the livestream.

Naturally, it was from his four-person chat group, with Nathan Davis persistently pinging him.

[It's starting! The showdown begins! @ethanparker @williamlevine]

[Elise looks absolutely stunning tonight! @williamlevine]

[Amanda and Elise in the same competition?! This is going to be interesting! @ethanparker @williamlevine]

[Do you think Amanda might actually walk off the stage? @ethanparker]

William quickly exited WhatsApp since the notifications were distracting him, but that meant he had to watch the livestream's comment section, which was being flooded endlessly.

[Elise is such a jinx, barely scraping through to the finals.]

[Why are we even watching? Sophia Mitchell has this in the bag. She designed Stellar Group's incredibly popular autumn collection, which was absolutely perfect for my taste.]

[It's rigged if Sophia doesn't win!]

[I'm rooting for Sophia too.]

[#SophiaWin]

William's scowl deepened with each passing comment. "How do I turn off these live comments?"

"It's more entertaining that way..." Samuel Wilson began, but he promptly disabled the comments when his boss shot him a sharp look.

Though without the comments, the viewing experience felt only half as engaging.

"That said, I'm genuinely impressed with Mrs. Levine," Samuel couldn't help remarking at that moment.