Ivana Bennett lightly smiled, "Phoebe, drive!"
In such a short time, who else could have such ability besides her husband?
It's not hard to imagine that person was paying attention to her situation all the time, she must not embarrass her man.
Phoebe started the car, quickly driving through the narrow space on Martin Road.
Ivana Bennett sat on the back seat, seriously cutting and tailoring.
With the police cars clearing the way, the car smoothly rushed back to the competition site.
Seeing Ivana Bennett getting out of the car with Angela and Phoebe, hugging the fabric from the car and rushing to the studio, both the audience inside and outside the venue breathed a sigh of relief.
At this point, the entire competition had clearly become Ivana Bennett's show.
Few people were paying attention to the other contestants, and the comments below the website were all cheers.
"Ivana, you're so cool, I'm now your loyal supporter!"
"Goddess Ivana is so cool."
"Ivana, keep it up!"
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