Female Novel
Chapter 227
'Damn! Why is Ms. X still here? Why is she so lucky? And could she really afford the dress 'Starry'? No,
it must be fake. Definitely. If she could buy it, why did she still work as an unknown designer in the
company?' Reina thought.
"Ms. Morton, what should we do now?" Claudia whispered to Reina.
'What if Ms. X found it was I who sprayed hypnotic perfume in her lounge and asked the journalists to
malign her? What would happen to me?' Claudia thought nervously. She was completely flustered.
"Shut up! No one will know it if we don't tell anyone." Reina threw a glare at her, feeling unsatisfied.
"Such a small thing can make you frightened like that?"
"But..." As Claudia was about to say something, Sylvia sat down next to Shiloh, not far away from
them.
After the effect of the hypnotic perfume wore off, Shiloh came to herself.
When her colleagues told her what had just happened, she almost fell apart.
Her boss nearly got sexually assaulted because of her.
Hence, as she saw Sylvia be seated, she quickly went to her, red-rimmed eyes, held her hands, and
said, "Boss, are you OK?"
Sylvia patted the back of her hands and said, "I'm good."
And her eyes fell on Reina, "But someone will not."
"I would never forgive myself if something wrong happened to you," said Shiloh, feeling shameful and
upset.
"Silly girl." Sylvia prodded Shiloh's forehead and said in jest, "Let it go. It's going to be an award
ceremony. Don't cry, or you will make me awkward."
Shiloh quickly wiped off the tears and looked at the stage.
At present, there were only three judges on the stage while it was five at the beginning.
Before they spoke, a woman suddenly screeched, "You are a designer. And you wear a sham dress to
partake in the award ceremony! Shame on you!"
Almost everyone looked at the woman and found it was Reina who was pointing at the "Starry" on her
phone screen and shouting at Sylvia.
Sylvia just turned to her screen, sitting in her spot calmly.
The dress and Sylvia's were practically identical. But they still had minor differences with careful
observation.
For example, there were no melee diamonds on the waist of the dress, only below.
And the cloak was not long enough to be on the ground, merely reaching the lower legs.
But Sylvia somehow believed in Franklin who would not give her a sham to make a fool of herself,
especially in such a spectacular event.
So, she looked like still water and just threw a glance at Reina, like watching a clown.
"X, what will you say? It's an official picture. And what you are wearing is different. As a designer,
wearing sham clothes is the disrespect for fashion and disdain for 'Starry'!"
Reina said triumphantly, like an apologist expressing her own opinion with beautiful words.
She couldn't wait to humiliate Designer X, treading on her dignity.
'You little bitch just showed off with a fake. How embarrassing!'
Reina thought in mind that she would be bound to give a hard slap on the face of the whore and let
Designer X never hold up her head in the design industry from then on!
Originally, other guests felt sympathy for Designer X because of the news and thought she was
dazzling in this evening gown.
But now, after they heard the grilling from Reina, they began to show a look of repugnance.
After all, it was humiliating for a designer to wear sham clothes in the show of fashion week.
It meant she didn't have a work ethic and morality.
Sylvia looked at Reina without saying a word. She also pondered why the dress she wore was not the
same as the official one.
But she failed to get a perfect reason, so she could only sit and wait.
"Who tells you she wears a sham dress?" said a commanding voice suddenly.
Everyone looked back and saw a middle-aged man in his sixties amble here.
"OMG! It's the designer of 'Starry', Mike Alexander!"
"Why was he here?"
"Thousands of dollars can hardly have his presence!"
"Jesus! He's my hero, the top of masters in the circle of costume designers!"
"Even ten design masters can't be compared with him!"
There was a younger man in a black customized suit standing next to Mike. He had a beautiful face,
chiseled facial features, a powerful vibe, and long legs, which was surprising. With a hand in the pocketnovelbin
of his trousers, he looked as absolutely good as the master designer.
They walked side by side and stopped in front of Sylvia.
Her eyes blinked and she pondered why Franklin was with Mike Alexander.
Just now, the man just came here with her and then left, saying that he had something to do.
She didn't expect that he would come back with the master designer Mike Alexander.
The three judges quickly stood up from their seats. Like students meeting their teacher, they just felt
stressed and disconcerted.
"Mr. Ale...Alexander..." Kevin Harris said in a shaky voice.
Mike gestured for him to keep quiet. And Kevin immediately shut up.
Mike had a weird temperament, so Kevin didn't dare offend him.
Even Kevin had no courage to speak, let alone others.
Mike was the benchmark of the fashion industry who had the eyes to find beauty.
Sylvia's body shape was comparable to the models' but looked more feminine and curvy. Usually, for
the sake of the runway, models would keep their figures slim like a piece of paper that failed to show
the beauty of the dress perfectly.
But Sylvia made it.
The "Starry" suited her perfectly because she was tall and proportioned enough.
He admired Sylvia so much.
Then Mike, who just gave Kevin the cold shoulder, said to Sylvia smilingly, "Indeed, they are different.
But it's because I modified it for you. I added more gorgeous melees. And the length of the cloak is
customized for you. Ms. X, it suits you perfectly, and I'm very satisfied. If you get married in the future
while I'm still alive, I will make a wedding dress for you personally."
Just then, the guests burst into an uproar.
Jesus! Mike said he would make a wedding dress for Designer X on his initiative!
Why was he so nice to Designer X?
What if the Queen wanted Mike to design a dress for her? The answer was that she must make an
appointment beforehand.
Reina's face turned pale with anger. She barely lost control of the envy in her mind.
She gave Sylvia a malicious glare, almost screaming out.
She would rush at Sylvia and rip her face off, but for Claudia, who kept gripping her arm.
'Why was the bitch always lucky? Even Mike admired her! I am so hard-working but get no recognition.
The bitch often steals my thunder in the company. And now, she makes a splash in fashion week. Why!
Why does everyone only have eyes on her?' Reina thought indignantly.