Chapter 301: Chapter 301: Gloating
Iris Lockwood realized late and felt alarmed, "I ate quite a lot, will it damage my brain?"
Yara Reagan rolled her eyes, "Your brain’s already dumb enough, no more damage could be done."
"Hey!" Iris turned red with anger, feeling indignant.
"I’m still your model, you should have a better attitude!"
Too lazy to keep bickering with her, Yara turned her gaze to Evelyn Clayton, "Who do you think did this?"
Remembering the unforeseen disaster, Evelyn sneered.
"Burned our fabric and didn’t want me to attend the exhibition? Who do you think it was?"
Yara’s eyes turned cold, "I was just at the exhibition site, and Summer Monroe was there too. She asked where you were, and I said you were resting at the hotel... it must be her!"
"She’ll definitely come back tonight to confirm if I’ve fallen into the trap. By then, find a way to stop her."
Evelyn raised an eyebrow slightly, her eyes full of mockery, "Use her tactics against her, I really want to see what exactly she’s planning."
Beside them, Iris was bewildered and at a loss, "Then what should I do?"
Yara glanced at her, "Go back to your suite and rest, and stop bothering Evelyn! Remember to drink more water to detox. Also, who told you to eat? What if your face swells up tomorrow morning?"
Scolding as she went, Yara pushed Iris out the door.
The room finally quieted down, and Evelyn began making phone calls to the workshop supervisor, inquiring if the clothes had been safely transported to the exhibition site.
"Rest assured, I’m already on the road! I’ll be there in ten minutes!"
Evelyn instructed in a deep voice, "Once you’re there, contact Yara directly, don’t let anyone else handle our clothes and accessories—make sure they get delivered directly to Yara herself, got it?"
The workshop supervisor responded repeatedly, "Director Clayton, rest assured!"
Early the next morning, at the exhibition center.
Before nine, the final setup and inspection of the show were already underway inside the venue.
Yara stood on stage distributing work passes to each group of staff.
"Black ones are for the backstage crew, blue for the front desk. Front desk personnel can’t go backstage; anyone who needs to go must get my personal approval... everyone do your duties! The media will be here by ten, make sure everything is organized!"
Yara was busy and frantic when she caught a glimpse of Franklin Ford entering gracefully through the side door.
She jumped down from the high platform, quickly ran up to Franklin Ford, and greeted him with a smile.
"Director Ford, you’re here early! How about resting in the lounge on the second floor for a bit—"
Before finishing her sentence, Summer Monroe walked in slowly from behind Franklin Ford, followed by Soren Foster.
With a cold and arrogant gaze, Summer Monroe scoffed slightly.
"Yara, where’s your good friend Evelyn Clayton? She’s responsible for hosting today’s show, and yet she hasn’t shown up even though Franklin and I are already here?"
"What does that have to do with you?" Yara shot back bluntly, with a half-smile, "I follow Evelyn’s instructions, and Evelyn follows Director Ford’s. It’s not your place to ask where she is, is it?"
Summer immediately scowled and glared at Franklin Ford, "Is this the attitude your subordinate has towards me?!"
Before Franklin Ford could reply, Yara sneered dismissively, "Director Monroe, I suggest you conserve your energy. If you can quietly watch the show, I might arrange a good seat for you. If you’re looking for trouble, then you’re not welcome here."
"You—" Summer’s beautiful eyes widened with anger, and she stepped forward wanting to argue, but Soren slightly pressed down on her hand.
Summer’s pretty face turned pale, her chest heaving with anger, but she reluctantly calmed down, staring intently at Yara.
After a long pause, Summer coldly chuckled, then turned to Franklin Ford.
"Franklin, your project leader hasn’t arrived yet. Can this show still proceed smoothly?"