Diana felt a warmth in her heart knowing that this was surely arranged by her man, John.
"Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you," Diana replied graciously.
"It's our pleasure. Please enjoy," the two said respectfully before stepping away.
Once they were gone, the atmosphere in the room turned slightly awkward.
Marlowe sat there, shrinking back, her face uncontrollably flushing.
It couldn't be...
These desserts were for Diana?!
How was that possible?!
A few coughs from the others in the room indicated their discomfort on Marlowe's behalf.
The situation was beyond awkward...
"Mmm, this cream is so fragrant and light, Misoup, you should try some," Diana remarked, enjoying herself.
She picked up a piece of tiramisu and popped it into her mouth, then handed a macaron to Misoup.
Then, gesturing to the others, she said, "Let's all enjoy these together. There's so much, I can't possibly finish
Charlotte twirled her pen absentmindedly, her gaze drifting casually towards the stage. "This should pretty much sum up the overall level of this competition," she thought. "No matter how good the Design Number Six is, it can't surpass what's already been shown." As the model gradually emerged under the spotlight, Charlotte suddenly felt a sense of unease. She sat up slightly, her eyes fixed on the model. With a beam of light shining down, everyone in the audience could see the garment adorning the model. It was a deep purple gown, crafted with overlapping layers. The inner layer was satin while the outer layer draped in a gradient of blue and purple chiffon. The combination of light and dark hues resembled ink strokes on canvas, creating a splendid yet subdued effect. On the skirt, subtle embroidery of floral motifs and fluttering blue butterflies adorned the fabric, emitting a hint of fragrance. The most daring aspect was a bold placement of a singl
Everyone was frozen in place, wide-eyed with fear, watching the handsome man emanating an aura of menace like a demon. Thud. Thud. Thud. All around, there were only the sounds of heads hitting the wall, becoming increasingly muffled. It wasn't until his henchmen could no longer utter a complete syllable that Yosef released his grip. As soon as he let go, Martinez collapsed like a broken puppet, falling limp to the ground. His head was a mess of blood and flesh, barely recognizable, gasping for air like a dying dog. Yosef didn't spare him a glance. Instead, he reached out to Patrick beside him. Patrick immediately produced a clean handkerchief. Taking it, Yosef slowly wiped the blood stains from his fingers. One by one, he cleaned them meticulously. "Mr. Nelson..." A voice of fear came from the side. Garcia hurried over, his heart pounding at the sight before him.
"I'm fine..." Marlowe replied, sinking into the sofa slowly, her mind replaying Yosef's demeanor, a sense of unease creeping in. Those desserts weren't prepared for her... How could it be? Marlowe's gaze shifted to Diana, who was lounging nearby, immediately dismissing the thought. No, it couldn't be her! Yosef's implication must have been that the desserts were for all the designers competing here, not just her. Yes, that must be it! Just then, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "The competition resumes..." Marlowe instinctively looked up. On the live screen in front of her, the judges were gradually taking their seats, their expressions somewhat complex. After more than ten minutes of the show, the competition finally got back on track. The judges, one by one, ascended the stage, their expressions a mix of seriousness and contemplation. Previously, there was an decision to favor contestant number three. Yet suddenly, at
Yosef entered the VIP room and threw his black coat aside before lying down on the black sofa in the center of the room. He placed his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes. In that moment of darkness, Diana's image lingered in his mind - her graceful figure, enchanting eyes, and subtle smile. Her long legs hidden beneath her dress were incredibly enticing. He hadn't expected her to be so gentle, yet undeniably seductive. He desired her. Desperately. But... He didn't want her to despise him. So, he chose to leave. He feared that if he stayed any longer, he'd see nothing but other men in her eyes. He would... Lose control. Kirin stood guard at the door. After a while, he noticed a woman approaching slowly. "Hello, a Miss Thompson said she's in the reception room and wants to see Mr. Nelson." Kirin frowned, "Thompson? Are you sure?" "Yes, she said it through her a
A group protected John, dodging the onslaught. Ethan nervously said, "Boss, it's too dangerous. You should leave first, we'll go save Ms. Thompson!" John didn't respond. After a moment, he reached out to Xavier. Taking a silver gun from his hand. "Keep going." With that, he strode forward, leading the way towards the direction of the press room. The others had no choice but to follow. Meanwhile, Diana watched as the group of outlaws closed in, facing the appearing bodyguards and opening fire. Soon, a group of bodyguards not far away fell in unison, the ground stained with a layer of crimson. Seeing the blood, the group seemed especially excited, shouting wildly. Diana watched all of this, her brow furrowed. Their marksmanship was precise, and they wielded heavy weapons, definitely not ordinary thugs. Diana quickly scanned the area. Eleven people. She and Misoup, al
"Let's talk." Yosef said. Rarely did they have such moments alone, and the atmosphere seemed relatively calm. "What do you want to talk about?" Diana asked. What to talk about? Yosef thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Do you like playing guitar and singing?" Diana:... "Not really." "Why?" "Because I'm a terrible singer." At this, Yosef actually laughed. "Funny, I am too. So, does that mean we're meant to be?" Diana couldn't help but roll her eyes internally. "Seriously, no need for cheesy pick-up lines." "I'm serious." Diana:... She found herself constantly at a loss for words with this man. She shifted uncomfortably. Something didn't feel right. "What's wrong with your face?" she heard Yosef suddenly say. Then, the man stood up abruptly and walked towards her. Frowning, Diana said, "I'm fine, don't come any closer." But Yose
"Crap! I'm gonna take them down!" Adams grabbed the machine gun, ready to open fire, but then he sensed something was off. He slowly turned around, only to be met with the barrel of a gun, pitch black against the shadows. A man holding a silver pistol stood above him, his face as grim as death. At that moment, his piercing gaze locked onto Adams's face. Adams was taken aback. He was about to signal his comrades to act quickly when suddenly, there were screams from beside him. Several men had thin blades pressed against their necks. The remaining brown-haired man and a burly fellow with bare arms both had blades dangerously close to their throats. Mitbahl grinned maliciously. "Don't move, or you'll be dead." All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The men stood frozen, like puppets, not daring to make a move. Adams's eyes trembled as he faced the icy man before him, feeling an
Bang! Before Mitbahl could kick Kirin, a dark shadow moved astonishingly fast, suddenly guarding Kirin and meeting Mitbahl's attack with a punch. Mitbahl was shaken back, taking a few steps back. Godber slowly retracted his fist, standing in front of the group, with a startlingly dangerous aura in his eyes. But in just a moment, the danger in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a lazy demeanor. "What's the problem? Let's talk it out. All this fighting is a bit rough, isn't it~" Mitbahl rubbed his numb leg, his face falling. He immediately ran into Xavier's arms. "Honey, he hit me! Waaah, help me get revenge~" Xavier skillfully slapped him aside. John spoke in a cool tone, "Where is she?" "Boss," Misoup lowered her head slightly, "Madam should be trapped in the underground passage right now. It's my fault for not protecting her well enough, and I'm willing to accept punishment." Underground p