Xavier led Kayle to a secluded corridor before shoving her against the wall and slamming a palm on the spot next to her face, effectively trapping her in. Realizing that she was cornered, Kayla felt her heartbeat start to accelerate as she asked shyly, "What question do you have in mind, Xav?"

"What's with the draft?" Xavier asked in a low tone.

"I—I designed it. What's wrong with it?"

Kayla seemed to have prepared for the scenario in advance. She blinked innocently at Xavier with doe eyes. "Don't you want me to become the winner of the competition? Aren't you happy for me now that I snagged third place in the preliminary round?"

Xavier just stared at Kayla wordlessly. He'd seen her portfolio before; regardless of skill and style, it was completely different from the draft that had been shown on the screen today. The only possible explanation was that Kayla had found herself a ghost designer.

Meanwhile, Kayla felt uneasy and guilty. She couldn't help but tense up when she noticed