CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 168: UTTER HUMILIATION

Beau Morgan awkwardly thought of leaving, yet he was savoring the moment of being in the spotlight.

"Yeah, Manager Morgan, why don’t you introduce him to us?"

"It’s not hard to introduce him, or maybe just secretly tell us who it is, and we can handle the rest."

"Manager Morgan, are you afraid we might overshadow you then..."

Several socialites had varying opinions, and Lynn Boyle’s face increasingly showed discomfort.

"Professor Fumble is probably in the restroom..." Her expression was faint.

Everyone believed it, although she knew just how frantic she was inside.

Hugh Irving smiled, "Manager Morgan’s drafts are getting more and more frequent."

Lynn was shocked, her heartbeat stopped momentarily.

If Hugh Irving said that, it likely means her cover would be blown.

"Professor Irving, you’re just joking."

"Who’s joking with you?" Sophia Lowell took a glass of red wine from the waiter, took a graceful sip, and her eyes fell on Lynn Boyle with unnoticed disdain.

Lynn Boyle’s gaze fell on Sophia Lowell, struggling to hide her embarrassment.

"You, a mere assistant designer to Professor Fumble, dare to point fingers at me?"

Sophia Lowell sneered, "You don’t even know who Professor Fumble is yet flaunt his reputation to deceive the public, who gave you such audacity?"

"..." She was suddenly speechless.

For a moment, she felt overwhelming humiliation.

A woman couldn’t help coming forward to mediate, "Manager Morgan’s gown, produced by Mr. Sterling for two hundred thousand, not even Mrs. Sterling receives such treatment, knowing Professor Fumble is quite normal, isn’t it?"

"Oh? Manager Morgan’s gown was ordered by Mr. Sterling?" Hugh Irving questioned, his gaze intensely focused on Lynn Boyle.

Her face suddenly turned dark.

The impulse back then led her to utter these words, unexpectedly backfiring now.

"Manager Morgan, isn’t it?" The woman noticed her uncomfortable expression, becoming unnatural herself.

Lynn Boyle didn’t speak. Whether or not this gown was custom-ordered by Zane Sterling, Sophia Lowell knew, and Mrs. Sterling was present.

The ones unfamiliar with Sophia Lowell were enjoying the drama between Zane Sterling and Lynn Boyle, thinking this unseen Mrs. Sterling was merely a figurehead.

"Manager Morgan, Professor Fumble isn’t casually acquainted with random people." Sophia Lowell pulled a wry smile.

Random people?

Everyone’s gaze shifted from Lynn Boyle to Sophia Lowell.

On the inaugural day, everyone knew Sophia Lowell held a pivotal position at SY Studio, handling signatures and various matters, even Hugh Irving didn’t match her influence.

Lynn Boyle noticed this, and chose not to argue further, fearing to truly offend Professor Fumble.

Suppressing her fury, her fingers dug into the stem of the glass, visibly showing veins on her hands.

At that moment, her phone rang, severing the distressing conversation, she answered, her face immediately darkened.

The socialite beside her glanced at her phone, noticing a trending topic on the platform.

#Blackwood Group implicated in tax evasion, group chairman commits suicide by jumping#

She read it aloud, trembling.

Blackwood Group rang a bell for Sophia Lowell.

On the first occasion accompanying Zane Sterling to a banquet, he discussed with Ethan Sinclair that Blackwood Group was an investor Lynn Boyle brought, later dismissed.

Lynn Boyle anxiously looked at her phone.

But her anxiety wasn’t about this, it’s about Drake Morgan, her father, exposed for sexually harassing multiple female students on campus...

This information swept through the entire university, within a minute, reached millions of heat.

More troubling was a call from Lynn Boyle, Drake Morgan disappeared!

Her palms were sweaty, her fingers grasping the phone turned pale, deforming the phone case from gripping.

At the venue, everyone was queuing up for Hugh Irving.

Unable to get answers from Lynn Boyle for a prolonged period, doubts arose about her credibility.

They always assumed Hugh Irving, a designer at his level, would be aloof, not fond of socializing, surprisingly, he was quite talkative.

They all gathered around.

"We’ve heard Professor Fumble knows everyone, who could it be?"

"Being recognized by Professor Fumble is truly an honor."

"Professor Fumble concealed identity, hidden talents, built a reputation abroad, made a stunning comeback domestically, truly a rare genius!"

The socialites all flattered, completely forgetting Lynn Boyle on the side, while Lynn Boyle, observing them surrounding Hugh Irving and Sophia Lowell, felt awful.

Adding to the mess of Drake Morgan’s incident, she felt deeply troubled!

She gulped down champagne in large sips.

Then, two slightly older women approached, recognized by Sophia Lowell and Hugh Irving as renowned designers who participated in fashion week.

"Ms. Lowell, Professor Irving."

"Professor Coleman, Teacher Gallagher."

They exchanged greetings.

"Just saw your name on the forum, I thought I was seeing things, upon closer look, it’s really you! Truly an honor!" Teacher Gallagher reached out and shook hands with Sophia Lowell.

"Too kind, Teacher Gallagher, we’re far from your level, we just happened to seize the opportunity, otherwise it wouldn’t be us." Sophia Lowell smiled.

The surrounding socialites watched them, some slightly wealthy ones knew these renowned designers.

"The official forum has already posted it?" Hugh Irving smiled, taking out his phone, glancing at Sophia Lowell, "Looks like we ought to celebrate for Professor Fumble."

Sophia Lowell smiled.

"Not everyone can take on government projects, securing them affirms undeniable capability." Teacher Gallagher.

Government project?

Official forum?

They quickly took out their phones to check the latest updates.

Beau Morgan was stunned for two seconds, then with trembling hands, clicked on the government official forum.

Once the clothing is finalized, it’s usually made by a factory. By this time, interviews and introductions would have started, and then Professor Fumble’s identity would be revealed!

Beau Morgan broke out in a cold sweat, opened the official forum, and cautiously scrolled down. As she reached the designer’s group photo and personal introduction, her phone slipped and fell onto the table.

Everyone was chatting, some were browsing the forum, and no one noticed her actions.

"Professor Fumble is Ms. Lowell!" someone in the crowd exclaimed!

Ms. Lowell is actually Professor Fumble!

My god!

It really is true!

Professor Fumble knows everyone present!

What was said is absolutely correct!

But just now, Sophia Lowell was right beside her, and Beau Morgan said Professor Fumble might have gone to the restroom.

So, does Beau Morgan not know Professor Fumble?

Everyone’s gaze turned to the panic-stricken Beau Morgan.

They didn’t say anything, but the look in their eyes was so full of doubt and disdain.

Beau Morgan smacked her lips, wanting to say something but couldn’t.

Sophia Lowell smiled and said, "Yes, I am Professor Fumble."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Beau Morgan.

Everyone’s gaze swept over Beau Morgan.

A socialite who loved causing trouble quietly asked, "Beau Morgan claimed to know Professor Fumble? From that look earlier, it seems like she’s offended her."

Hugh Irving and Sophia Lowell didn’t answer.

"Thanks to Manager Morgan for the high praise of my design." Sophia Lowell curled her lips and nodded towards Beau Morgan.

Beau Morgan clutched her dress tightly, her eyes filled with fierceness, grinding her molars to the point of breaking!

This woman is indeed formidable!

She went such a long way just to set a trap for her! To humiliate her!

What a high-level open conspiracy!

The person in the courtyard’s tea room was indeed her!

And Sophia Lowell knew Beau Morgan was lying but didn’t expose her on the spot, just to make Beau Morgan wear the clothes she personally designed for promotion!

Let her mock her at every turn without leaving a trace!

The shame and hatred in her heart rose with her blood.

At first glance, she thought she was a soft, sweet little rabbit, but it turned out she’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing, devouring her without leaving a trace.

She looked like a clown stripped of her clothes, with everyone watching her for a laugh.

Yet she had to force a smile, humbly acknowledging her work.

"Ms. Lowell, you’re too kind. Obviously, your design is outstanding and garnered a lot of attention when worn." Beau Morgan gritted her teeth.

She dared not show any flaw, for fear of becoming the center of attention.

For the first time, she found women could be terrifying to this degree; she really did hide it well.

"So, Manager Morgan, did you really know that Professor Fumble is Ms. Lowell?" the socialite asked.

Everyone looked at Beau Morgan, including Teacher Gallagher and Professor Coleman.

They all knew Beau Morgan because she was Drake Morgan’s daughter.

Professor Coleman whispered to Teacher Gallagher, "With that expression, I don’t quite believe it. Have you seen the hot search? Professor Morgan was accused of harassing a female student and is now missing. Probably caught by someone, his daughter..."

She didn’t finish saying "like father, like daughter."

Beau Morgan naturally heard these not-so-quiet discussions.

Sophia Lowell lightly said, "I’m not familiar with her."

Beau Morgan clutched her skirt even more tightly.

Hugh Irving chuckled, "Manager Morgan, your 200,000 has been credited, thank you for providing resources to the studio."

Everyone started to whisper.

The gown wasn’t gifted by Mr. Sterling, now the truth is out.

Beau Morgan’s reaction told them all the answers.

"That mouth really is big..."

"Like father, like daughter, have you seen the hot search..."

They all opened the school’s forum.

Beau Morgan panicked, about to leave when a few police officers entered the venue.

"Excuse me, who is Beau Morgan?" the police officer asked.

Everyone’s eyes fixated on Beau Morgan; the police recognized her immediately.

"You’re suspected of intentional injury, please come with us." The police moved in to take her away.

"Let go! I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Beau Morgan shook off the officer’s hand.

"The villa explosion and the SY Studio explosion case, forbidden explosives were found at the scene, you need to cooperate, don’t obstruct official duties!" the police warned her impatiently.

Beau Morgan was taken away.

Beau Morgan’s reputation was gone.

Sophia Lowell smiled and waved at her, "Bye-bye."