Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Evelyn Clayton Appears
At 10:30, major media outlets had already arrived at the show on time.
Together with the media were celebrities and socialites.
The scene was filled with riches and glitz, overwhelming to the senses.
Summer Monroe was already seated, along with Franklin Ford, in the front row at the best spot to watch the show.
The flashlights from cameras almost blinded the eyes.
Summer was long past the panic and unease she felt an hour ago. Now, she leisurely glanced at Franklin and sneered.
"Second brother, can your project leader still make it?"
Upon hearing this, Franklin stared straight ahead, silent and indifferent.
Summer looked straight ahead and continued her cutting remarks, "I just found out that it was you who contacted big sister, wasn’t it? Otherwise, with her personality, she wouldn’t have cared about any gossip. Even if she did, she wouldn’t have decided to come back so quickly."
With a soft laugh, Franklin finally spoke, "Perhaps."
"You schemed hard, just for the position of executive director, right?"
Summer snorted disdainfully, "But you’ll be disappointed, second brother. Whether today’s show can proceed smoothly is still uncertain. Even if big sister comes back, I have ways to deal with her."
"Sister-in-law is very confident indeed."
Franklin smiled serenely, "But sister is mistaken. I didn’t actively contact her. It was she who asked me about your affairs with Soren. I could only be honest with her."
Instantly, Summer was stunned.
Franklin then turned his eyes to her, smiling cryptically.
"Sister-in-law... oh no, Director Monroe, you wouldn’t think that everything is under your control, would you? Or do you think some people will let you off easily?"
The words struck her ears sharply, and Summer’s pupils trembled slightly.
She saw Franklin shift his gaze towards the audience seating across from them.
Following Franklin’s gaze, Summer suddenly collided with a cold stare.
Through the field of fame and fortune, Summer’s blood gradually went cold inch by inch.
James Grant was sitting directly opposite them, his handsome and indifferent face like a deity, with a faint hint of judgment in his eyes.
At the same time, the lights on stage dimmed, focusing on the center of the runway.
This haute couture show was named "Dawn Dream," named by Evelyn Clayton, with Chinese style elements as the theme. Even the on-site color scheme was meticulously designed—soft and dignified, without decorative embellishments. The vast blank spaces fit the theme, offering endless imagination to the audience.
The pillars beside the runway were colored the bright red of vermilion, adorned with intricate paintings of elegant ladies.
Outside the pillars, bamboo branches formed the framework with light gauze draping over them, casting an enigmatic veil over the beauty’s face, transforming the sumptuous into the ethereal.
Below the stage, James Grant, in a black bespoke suit, exuded unparalleled nobility and handsomeness.
He watched the elegant flow on stage quietly, inexplicably reminded of Evelyn Clayton’s face.
"I have nothing to do with him anymore."
The words from yesterday echoed in his ears, and a dense pain surged in James Grant’s heart.
The sound of the zither and flute filled the ears, and the spotlight changed once more, gradually converging on the center of the runway.
Models walked step by step onto the U-shaped runway, stepping along the center line. The spotlight poured down, following, revealing the details of their attire to everyone.
Summer went from calmness to restlessness.
Iris Lockwood appeared last, wearing a long gown that cinched at the waist and wrapped around her figure. The base color was moon white, and the patterns were the sky blue of porcelain, accentuating her delicate and intricate form. The combination of Chinese style and Western flair embodied the restrained elegance of Eastern lady paintings and the rich vividness of Western styles.
She wore no accessories, except for a moon-white gauze hat covering half of her face, exposing a visage seemingly untouched by makeup, making it impossible for the audience below to look away.
Iris Lockwood turned and walked back, and the moment her elegant silhouette disappeared, the lights in the venue suddenly brightened, like a splendid dream burst apart.
A graceful figure slowly ascended the runway, and Summer was stupefied, her eyes almost tearing.
Was that... Evelyn Clayton?!