At this time, the other two judges couldn't bear it.

A man stood up and introduced himself, "I'm Ford Strang."

"Mr. Strang, we all know you."

Selena said respectfully to Ford.

Ford Strang was the founder of the most famous design magazine in the United States. He had a high reputation in the industry.

Ford looked at the man and said, "I prove that he is Lance Harris. He and I are old friends."

Selena was momentarily embarrassed.

As she pondered how to apologize, Lance Harris said, "she's actually right. I'm not Lance Harris."

Selena's eyes brightened.

She thought she had a chance.

But Lance Harris said, "my name is Murray Moore. If you have studied Traditional Design Gang, you should know my name."

After that, Selena's face changed.

She hadn't heard the name before.

But Selena nodded awkwardly, "yes."

"Now that we have discussed it today, I will tell you." Murray sat in his seat.

It seemed that after he said his name, he looked different.

He sat in a good posture.

He sat there and looked at us and said, "let me introduce myself. My name is Murray Moore. I am the 79th generation of Traditional Design Gang."

Everyone was shocked.

All the problems were solved in an instant.

Selena's design was not bad, but she met an expert and she pretended to be an expert.

Selena said quickly, "Mr. Moore, I'm sorry. I did it wrong. I will study harder in the future. I won't do this kind of design until then."

Murray looked at her and shook his head. "From what you said just now, I can tell you are not worthy of learning design from Traditional Design Gang!"

"..."

Selena's face was grim with anger.

But she kept smiling. "Yes, you're right."

The other two judges said, "although your design does not conform to Traditional Design Gang, it is still complete and very good in general."

"Very good? It's rubbish."

Murray was outspoken.

Although Selena was angry, she couldn't lose her temper.

She thought only Murray thought so. He couldn't change the result. But she didn't expect the resort manager to say, "I don't think it's a good design either."

Everyone looked at him.

"Manager."

Selena was about to cry when she heard that.

The manager said, "I don't think it's suitable for our resort."

"Why?" Selena was worried. "I designed it for the size of my room. Although there are many things in it, it's OK and you can see the scenery from any corner."

The manager shook his head. "Your material doesn't match the climate here."

I got it, too.

American traditional buildings were suitable for inland areas. The climate was excellent and the air humidity was just right there.

But it was windy and wet here.

This design really didn't fit here at all.

After several rounds of scoring, Selena's work was eliminated.

To my surprise, my work passed.

In the next two days, the three judges would decide the final ranking according to the situation and location of the resort.

The selection was over.

Selena was eliminated, but she went to Murray, apologizing and showing her kindness.

I looked at her from afar, puzzled.

If Murray was a descendant of Traditional Design Gang, why didn't he use such a powerful identity? Why did he change his name to lance Harris?

He didn't even let people know he was American.

When I got back to my room in the evening, I saw that Sean's things had been taken away.

I looked at my own toothbrush on the sink. I was a little sad.

I had nothing to do so I went out to hang out.

I was knocked on the head halfway!

I lost consciousness in a flash.

When I regained consciousness, I was extremely hot!

I opened my eyes and saw that I was in my own room!

Why was my room so hot?

I was dizzy. My first reaction was that I was going out.

I went out in spite of my slippers.

After going out, I was still hot.

I wondered if I was wearing too many clothes, so I began to undress.

I took off a coat.

"What are you doing?"

I heard someone calling after me, so I turned back.

The front of my eyes seemed to be covered with tulle. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see who was in front of me.

I could only say hoarsely, "I'm hot. Help me."

The man approached me and held my hand and held me away.

On the way, I kept struggling, "I'm so hot. I want to take off my clothes."

"Behave yourself!"

The man warned me.

His tone was fierce.

But I felt that he had no malice.

Then he took me to a very spacious room that I had never seen before.

We went through the room.

Before I reacted, my body suddenly fell.

In an instant, I felt like I was in the water.

As I breathed, my nose and mouth began to fill with water!

I began to struggle!

I stood up.

The pool was not deep. I stepped on the bottom.

I stood up and coughed desperately. My legs were weak so I fell down again.

I stood up again.

I finally regained consciousness.

I looked up and saw the man in front of me.

"Mr. Moore."

The man in front of me was Murray!

I quickly began to think. Although I didn't remember what happened before, I had a little awareness.

I looked down and saw that I was still dressed, so I was relieved.

I wanted to climb out of the pool.

I tried twice but failed.

Murray could only bend down and pull me.

I was too soft, so he could only hold my body with his hands.

When I came out, my hot body suddenly felt cold. Then I heard the sullen voice of a man behind me, "what are you doing?"

Sean.

I could tell the sound without thinking.

I looked back and saw Sean standing outside the low fence. He was wearing a casual suit.

Eric was standing next to him.

I was dizzy. I couldn't see their faces.