Love Unbreakable

Chapter 398 I Know Your Secret! The room became noticeably quieter.

The woman's words had a point.

Considering Casey had stepped down, it wasn't sufficient to take Raegan's claim at face value without proof that she was indeed Casey's offspring.

Several journalists agreed, "Indeed, we can't just accept her claim without question." "Let's have her show us Mrs. Hayes' signature embroidery skills, the Hayes Embroidery Method, known only to her daughter." "Exactly, exactly..." Raegan saw through that the woman with the sunglasses was here to stir up trouble.

After whispering something to her assistant Judd, Raegan then announced with a smile, "Well, if you all insist, I'll attempt it." Shortly after, some set up an embroidery frame, prepared a piece of silk, and placed an embroidery needle and some threads next to it.

The audience's anticipation grew.

This arrangement was a nod to the Hayes Embroidery Method, renowned for its method where the needle wasn't changed, nor the thread cut.

When it was time to change colors, the new color was integrated using a concealed stitch technique.

Even though a documentary once showcased Casey's method, no one had been able to replicate it just by viewing it.

Raegan sat down, elegantly picked up

the needle, and began swiftly sketching a bird on the silk with skilled hands.

Her remarkable dexterity and speed captivated the onlookers. Everyone was mesmerized, puzzled at how she accomplished such a feat.

In under thirty minutes, Raegan brought a lively bird to existence on the silk, portraying it with astonishing realism.

The eyes of the bird, in particular, looked so alive from every angle that it left the audience without words.

For a brief moment, the hall was so silent one could detect the sound of a falling pin.

After two decades, the sight of the incredible Hayes Embroidery Method again left everyone utterly amazed.

They were lost for words. All attention

was on Raegan's skilled hands, acknowledging their extraordinary value.

Soon, the quiet was pierced by a single set of applause.

From the crowd, Stefan admired Raegan and clapped with enthusiasm.

He hadn't stepped in to deal with the instigator since Raegan had asked him to remain passive. She had her justifications.

Moments later, as if jolted back to reality, the audience joined in with a roaring ovation. All skepticism dissolved.

Casey had once confirmed that only her daughter was privy to this embroidery craft. Casey recognized her five-year-old daughter's innate knack for embroidery and started her lessons.

At just five, Casey's daughter, now confirmed as Raegan, completed an intricate lion's head embroidery in under a month, which was impressive.

It was clear Raegan had a more profound gift in this regard than Casey.

Raegan stood on stage, her delicate features capturing the camera's attention, glowing as though surrounded by light.

Watching the crowd's enthusiasm and their recording of her work, Raegan's eyes filled with tears. She had thought her mother's legacy had been forgotten, yet many still held it dear.

Raegan had come prepared today, intending to use the event's spotlight to send a message to her long-lost mother.

Even without the woman's challenge, Raegan had intended to present the Hayes Embroidery Method at this

gathering. This was her way of telling her mother she was her long-lost daughter.

Even with her mother missing for years, Raegan harbored hope that, just maybe, her mother would see this press conference and note her.

Just as the ill-intentioned woman was about to speak once more, the police intervened. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

The chief officer introduced himself and stated gravely, "Ma'am, we've been informed you've been disclosing confidential data and trafficking celebrity insights for profit. We need you to accompany us for questioning.” The woman momentarily panicked and attempted to escape, but was apprehended before she could make it to the exit. She protested loudly, "Why are you arresting me? I've done nothing wrong!"

In her attempt to flee, her sunglasses and mask came off.

Judd recognized the woman instantly.

She was precisely the one who had been disseminating false stories about Raegan at Arthen Entertainment's mid-year gala and had been sacked for it.

Surprised, Judd faced Raegan, asking, "Raegan, how did you figure out she was that very dismissed employee?" Before she began to embroider, Raegan had quietly instructed Judd to notify the police.

The investigation revealed the woman had sneaked into the dressing area of Arthen Entertainment's mid-year gala to take photos of those dazzling gowns and then sold the photos to lesser- known studios for duplication. This led to unfounded plagiarism accusations from Dream Studio against Crescent.

The woman's attendance seemed fueled by her bitterness over losing her job. The fact that she knew the significant value of Casey's creations hinted at a possible accomplice, which the police needed to delve into.

Raegan pointed out, "There's a tiny mole on the edge of her lip." She shared that her intense concentration while embroidering helps her remember minor details about her surroundings vividly.

Judd looked at Raegan with newfound admiration for her meticulousness, curious about what other skills she might possess.

After the security team escorted her from the stage, Raegan exited with Stefan.

The cameras captured Stefan placing his hand behind Raegan in a protective manner, igniting rumors about their

relationship.

A journalist attempted to inquire, but Raegan and Stefan had stepped-into the elevator, with Raegan tactfully declining to comment sO as not to delay the elevator's departure.

Outside the hotel, a black limousine was stationed at the curb. A man inside with a notable presence was watching the live feed on his tablet, catching every moment.

The live chat was flooded with praises and good wishes.

"This isn't just about their talents or looks. It's about two exceptionally matched individuals!" "Ah, the way he placed his hand was so chivalrous, and his look so affectionate. They're a perfect match."

"Raegan, just like her mother, 1s stunning. Her family members are so dazzling!" 4 Mitchel sat there, speechless. These comments deepened his thoughts and complicated his feelings. The confident, radiant Raegan he saw on the screen was vastly different from the girl he remembered from five years ago.

Learning that Raegan was Casey's daughter and thus named her studio "Crescent" took him by surprise and filled him with anxiety. Raegan's growing appeal meant she might draw the attention of many, possibly more suitable suitors than him.

This thought, hinting at his diminishing chances, pierced his heart, inflicting profound discomfort.

Mitchel was engulfed in doubt like never before. He often pondered dur ing

his low points whether he could stand the sight of Raegan with someone else, leading a life without him.

But the answer eluded him. Merely thinking about the possibility was agonizing as if his heart was being wrenched out. Could he survive a life without Raegan? Of course not! Firm in his conviction that Raegan must be with him, Mitchel vowed to cling to her, come what may.

In the parking lot at ground level, Raegan and Stefan were about to hop into their car when a shadowy man suddenly lunged at Raegan.

stefan quickly pulled Raegan to safety, obstructing the assailant's grimy hand.

"Get out of the way! I'm her uncle!" the man snapped.

Raegan glanced at the man upon hearing this. She recognized him as Brent and her gaze turned frosty.

Brent grinned cheekily at Raegan. "Hey Raegan, it's been a while!" Recalling his absence even during her grandmother's funeral made Raegan's expression even more icy. "Oh, so you're still alive." "Hey!" Brent spat on the ground repeatedly. "Cursing me, are you? I've got years to go!" Raegan observed Brent's unchanged, shameless demeanor. She grew more detached. "Whatever. We're off." with that, Raegan moved to enter the vehicle.

Brent, desperate, reached for Raegan, blurting out, "Wait! You bitch! Hear me out..." His words were laced with insults, as usual.

Stefan's expression turned frosty, poised to step in, but Raegan had already deftly struck Brent's knee, causing him to howl in agony.

"Ouch! Ouch!" Brent crumpled to the ground, hurling curses, "You little bitch! Attacking me? I'm your fucking uncle, practically your father! You ingrate! Now that you're somebody, you dismiss your own kin?" Raegan responded with disdain, "What kind of man are you, really? Absent when your mother passed away, never once visiting her resting place?" Raegan remembered her trip to Tenassie with Janey, honoring the woman who had cared for her as her own despite no blood relation. On one occasion outing for fun in childhood, Raegan somehow got lost with her family. With a memory loss of her own family due to a hit, she was in a dire

situation until Brent's mother adopted her out of mercy. That woman's unwavering kindness had always moved Raegan.

Raegan had inquired with the graveyard keeper about other visitors and left her contact details, requesting to be notified of any, yet no one ever came.

Brent, jarred by Raegan's mention of his mother, recalled his purpose for seeking her out and hastily softened his tone. "Ah, I forgot about that.

Raegan, my family took you in. You will compensate me the fees of my family raising you, right?" Raegan retorted, "Did you squander the three million already?" "Why dredge up the past..." Looking away, Brent muttered, "I got scammed, okay?"

Raegan suspected the money had gone to his gambling habits. "I had cleared your three-million debt back then.

That's more than enough.” Her voice was icy. "I won't give you more. Leave." Brent, desperate as Raegan turned to depart, blurted out a threat, "Damn you! I'll tell the press about how ungrateful you are! After all my family did for you, this is your thanks?" Raegan's gaze Was steady and cool.

"Try it. See what happens." Raegan knew Brent wouldn't dare to do so. Revealing himself would attract too much unwanted attention.

As Raegan stepped into the car, Brent made a last-ditch claim, "Hold on! I'm privy to your secret!"