CHAPTER 52: THE DAY OF THE JEWELRY LAUNCH

After a week of intensive training, Beauty finally acquired a hint of a professional model’s catwalk demeanor.

Head held high and chest pushed out, she exuded confidence and grace, looking no different from a supermodel.

The only thing that upset her was Laura was always picking fights with her, either by hogging the camera or intentionally walking slowly, only leaving her a little bit of time.

But the company’s executives, knowing the privileged background of Laura, adopt a policy of turning a blind eye to these trivial matters.

Occasionally, Miss. Sarah would drop by to survey their progress, always with a look of approval on her face, especially when she looked at Beauty, her eyes brimming with light. ...

The launch of the new products had finally begun.

The guests present were all either wealthy or nobles, and the invited media and journalists were all top-tier teams domestically.

"Beauty, Laura, don’t be too nervous, treat it as usual.

Just bring out what you did during the rehearsal," Sarah advised, turning to Beauty and giving her a warm smile.

Her gaze had just landed on Beauty’s face when she suddenly exclaimed, "Beauty, why is your face so red?

And your neck too, are you having an allergic reaction?"

Beauty was sitting and watching a video of a previous product launch, completely unaware of the state of her face.

Sarah’s comment had her rushing to a mirror, gaping at her flushed face in surprise.

No wonder her face and neck had felt itchy earlier.

In order not to smear her makeup, she had just lightly scratched the affected areas with her fingers, never expected to be looking this way! Laura, who was applying lipstick on the side, turned her face around, pretending to look surprised: "Oh my!

What sickness have you caught?

Why do you look like this?

How will you go on stage later on?"

She had a gleeful expression on her face as if reveling in misfortune.

Her smile was exaggeratedly huge as she crossed her arms and looked at Beauty, her eyes filled with smugness.

Beauty walked over and forcibly grabbed her arm.

In a cold tone, she said: "You were behind this, weren’t you?

You’re just too malicious!"

"Hey!

Don’t slander without evidence.

Do you think a wild girl like you is worth my elaborate scheming?"

Laura looked at Beauty, raising her voice angrily.

Almost as if her eyes were about to pop out.

Beauty suddenly remembered that in the dressing room, Laura had spilled her setting powder, and generously "helped" her to pick it up.

Indeed, she shouldn’t trust that a snake wouldn’t bite!

"What is all the fuss about?

It’s almost time to go on stage.

This is not proper at all," a familiar voice rang out.

Amid the astonished faces of the crowd, Lucas walked in and lightly looked at Sarah as he said coldly.

"Lucas, we have a bit of a problem."

"What problem?"

Usually, no matter what happened, Sarah always managed to keep a calm face, except when Lucas easily provoked her.

In the face of people and situations, she was frighteningly calm.

In the past, Lucas often half-jokingly pulled at Lucas’s arm, saying, "Actually, I think your personality is so similar to Sarah’s.

You two seem to be a better fit."

Lucas, being aware of the seriousness of the situation, lifted his cold gaze to her face, slipped his hand into his pocket, slightly lifting his chin up.

Sarah, pulling on Beauty’s arm, walked up to him.

The moment he saw her face, his sharp eyebrows evidently raised, and his aloof eyes widened.

In just the blink of an eye, the anger surged but tranquility quickly resumed.

Facing Beauty, he asked word by word, "What happened?"

"There must be something put into my make-up powder," she answered, her gaze firmly locked on him, straightening her posture as she spoke.

Laura raised her eyebrows and said with a stern face, "Beauty, don’t feel like the whole world is out to get you.

I suspect you had secretly eaten something that led to the allergic reaction!"

"I didn’t say you did it, why are you jumping out to explain so anxiously?

Dare you say you don’t feel guilty?"

Beauty lifted her chin, her eyes turning red with anger.

The itchiness on her face was increasingly unbearable, but she dared not scratch it for fear that it might get worse.

Barely making it on stage, she didn’t want any mishaps to happen; otherwise, her efforts throughout the week would be in vain.

Lucas glanced at Beauty and said coldly, "The incident has already happened, complaining won’t solve anything.

What you should do is figure out how to cover it up, not just blame your partner.

Why didn’t you pay more attention?"

Those words ignited the anger in Beauty’s heart.

She was clearly the victim, why did he harshly question her mistakes?

Was she at fault for being too naive, for not being cautious enough of others?

That was clearly unjust.

Beauty curved her lips into a smile, yet her face coldly watched Lucas.

With a cold huff, she said: "It’s truly your biological sister, this favoritism is too much!

I quit, alright! It’s fine for her to do the fashion show alone."

She was preparing to turn around and leave through the crowd.

A chilly rebuke came: "If you dare to leave this dressing room today, do you believe I will toss you out on the main street?"

This was not a rhetorical question, but a statement.

Beauty could no longer move, now that Lucas is her financial backer, she must rely on him and cannot offend him.

Otherwise, she might not even have a place to cry.

New York is so large, where would she find a place to rest?

Seeing the situation, Sarah immediately took Beauty’s arm and coaxed her: "Beauty, don’t be angry, we’re about to go on stage.

You’re not thinking of us finding a model at the last minute, are you?

We’ve been training for a week.

Isn’t it a shame to give up now?

I’m sure we can figure something out, can’t we?"

As she said this, she tugged at Beauty’s sleeve, signaling for her not to confront Lucas directly.

After all, it would do no good for her.

Seeing the boss was angry, the people around immediately lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

After two seconds of silence, Beauty looked up at Sarah and said faintly: "I just didn’t want to put Sister Sarah in a difficult position."

Then, she smiled at the stylist and said: "Give me two minutes, I won’t mess up this press conference."

Then she headed to the dressing room without looking back.

As she passed Lucas, she lifted her chin stubbornly, without giving him the slightest glance.

Two minutes later.

A girl imbued with exotic charm stepped out of the dressing room.

She was dressed in a flowing blue maxi dress, with her long hair cascading down back, devoid of any adornment.

She hid her face and neck behind a thin veil, leaving only a pair of soft, expressive eyes visible.

"What I’m showcasing are the ring and bracelet.

As long as all the attention stays on the arm and fingers, it doesn’t matter whether other parts are exposed or not."

Only now did Beauty understand what game Laura was playing; she simply wanted to prevent Beauty from showing her face in front of the media.

In this way, no one could steal her limelight, considering Beauty was not showing her face.