The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Right after the man spoke, most of the audience got to their feet, voices raised in outrage against the designer. "Who came up with this design? It's like they're not taking this competition seriously at all! Such disrespect!" "We came all this way to see a fashion show, and you're giving us a kiddie toy parade? Are we a joke to you?"

Thalassa saw Susan trip and fall on the runway, her breath already caught in shock, and then hearing everyone's condemnation of her as the designer tightened the nerves in her body even more.

Before she could think of a way to defend herself, Susan got up from the floor, an innocent look on her face, and addressed the audience, "I didn't fall on purpose. The ankle bracelet designed by the designer had a tack in it that was digging into my foot. I've been enduring the pain all the way here, but when I turned, the tack pierced deeper, and the pain was unbearable, that's why I stumbled."Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

As she spoke, Susan bent down to remove the ankle bracelet, showing the tack to everyone. "Look, I'm not lying. And my foot, it's been pierced and is bleeding."

"This design isn't just a toy; it's a malicious piece. The model did nothing wrong; why would the designer want to harm her?" the man who had led the charge earlier said indignantly.

He successfully set the mood for the entire venue.

The crowd began to grow angry, "Organizers, bring out this designer! Let everyone see who she is! Being unprofessional can be forgiven, but having no morals means she shouldn't stay in this industry!"

"Exactly, this isn't just about harming the model, but also deceiving the customers! The jewelry designs are supposed to be sold to us after the competition! If anyone bought her designs, wouldn't they end up all bloodied and injured?"

"Bring out the designer, let everyone see her face, and ban her from the design world forever!"

The crowd was loud and angry.

The organizers couldn't control the situation anymore. Cody, who had warmly welcomed Lysander earlier was trying to calm the enraged crowd and looked helplessly

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His gaze made everyone turn towards Thalassa.

Seeing the number on her, some overly excited individuals charged at her, ready to attack.

"hical designer, instead of debuting to scam customers, better you leave the design world now!"

The person, his nails long and claw-like, lunged at Thalassa fiercely. Thalassa's pupils dilated, her hands raised to protect her face, bracing for the impact.

Her body tensed, trembling, her eyes shut tight.

But the anticipated pain never came.

She suddenly opened her eyes, lowering her hands, to see a commanding figure standing in front of her. The man was dressed in bespoke black suit, exuding an unapproachable elegance and authority, even from the back.

It was Lysander!

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He was in his wheelchair, blocking her from the assailant. The man's claws were inches away from Lysander's face before realizing who he was confronting the top-tier Lysander. The assailant's pupils widened in fear, quickly retracting his hand and stepping back to apologize, "I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair. I meant no disrespect to you. My issue is with the hical designer behind you!"

With that, the man shot a venomous look over Lysander's shoulder at Thalassa.

Thalassa, her heart still racing from the scare, tightened further under his gaze, overwhelmed with a sense of injustice and distress. She stood up, insisting, "The piece Susan was wearing isn't my design!"