Chapter 170
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 170<\/p>\n
**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**
\n**Chapter 170: Show Me the Scores**<\/p>\n
In the imposing atmosphere of the conference room, where nearly fifty pairs of eyes were fixed on her, Deanna managed to maintain an air of tranquility.<\/p>\n
Yet, at that moment, the man who commanded the room sat directly across from her, an imposing figure at the center of it all.<\/p>\n
His eyes, catching the light just so, sparkled with an enigmatic glint. Deanna couldn\u2019t quite discern if it was merely the way the light hit him or if there was a genuine hint of playful amusement lurking in his gaze.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, a wave of nostalgia washed over her, and she felt as if she were back in her school days, standing nervously before her classmates while a teacher scrutinized her every move from the audience.<\/p>\n
A tingling sensation crawled across her scalp, a mix of anxiety and determination.<\/p>\n
Maurice, her colleague, approached Luis with a deliberate stride, crouching down to accommodate his slightly heavier build.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Eaton,\u201d he began, his tone professional yet respectful, \u201cSkyline Construction has already selected two prestigious design studios for this project. We are now looking to finalize our selection with one more studio. Therefore, we have invited representatives from two studios to present their concepts once again, and we will reassess to choose the best fit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luis\u2019s eyes brightened, a flicker of interest dancing across his features as his long, slender fingers drummed lightly against the polished table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen please, proceed. Let\u2019s not keep our designers in suspense. I\u2019m merely an observer here, so carry on without concern for my presence.\u201d<\/p>\n
His words flowed with an ease that belied the authority he wielded as the Alpha of the Mooncrown Pack.<\/p>\n
But who among those gathered would dare to act as if this powerful figure were nothing more than a bystander?<\/p>\n
Maurice turned to Deanna, his voice steady, \u201cMs. Wiley, the floor is yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna inhaled deeply, her heart racing as she focused her gaze beyond the sea of expectant faces, attempting to ignore the palpable intensity of their scrutiny.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood afternoon, everyone. I\u2019m Deanna Wiley from Bluewave Studio. Today, I\u2019m excited to present our design proposal tailored specifically for the Skyline Construction resort project, featuring unique design elements that set us apart.\u201d<\/p>\n
Building upon Zelena\u2019s original blueprints, Deanna had infused her own creative ideas, transforming them into something truly special. As she articulated her vision, it felt as though the room collectively envisioned the resort in its most ethereal form, and she could see nods of approval ripple through the audience.<\/p>\n
Once she concluded her presentation, a sense of accomplishment washed over her, and she nodded appreciatively before stepping down from the stage, her heart still racing.<\/p>\n
The designers from Grandview erupted into applause, congratulating one another with enthusiasm.<\/p>\n
In stark contrast, the three members of Bluewave Studio fell into a stunned silence, the air thick with disappointment.<\/p>\n
Zelena felt a tumult of emotions swirl within her\u2014anger, sadness, and a sense of betrayal. She had invested so much into this project, pouring her heart and soul into every detail. Naturally, she yearned for victory.<\/p>\n
Yet, in the back of her mind, the haunting memory of Felix\u2019s threats loomed large, compelling her to submit when she felt she had no other choice.<\/p>\n
The weight of guilt pressed down on her; she feared she had let Deanna down after all the hard work they had shared.<\/p>\n
Maggie\u2019s disbelief was palpable as she shook her head in shock.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow is this even possible? Everyone was clearly impressed with Deanna\u2019s presentation. This must be rigged!\u201d<\/p>\n
Deanna, lost in thought for a moment, lowered her gaze, contemplating the unexpected turn of events. Then, steeling herself, she stood up and addressed Maurice with newfound determination, \u201cMr. Gross, would you be willing to share the individual scores from each project director?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2253","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2253","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2253"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}