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The shocking scandal at Paris Fashion Week spread across the globe at the speed of
light.
Lucas and Giselle became pariahs, shunned by everyone.
The genius designer had become the fraud of the century.
All his previous honors and awards were revoked, and all partnering brands terminated their contracts overnight, demanding astronomical compensations.
Even more devastating was my father’s thunderous approach.
Snow Corporation not only immediately withdrew all investments but also initiated legal proceedings to recover all the debts Lucas had accrued in his personal name.
At the same time, my father joined forces with industry bigwigs both at home and abroad
to issue the most severe ban against Lucas.
He was completely ostracized from the entire fashion world.
In the end, Lucas was sentenced to a heavy prison term by the Paris court for massive commercial fraud and malicious copyright infringement. He would spend the long latter half of his life in a foreign prison.
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As for Giselle, her reputation was in tatters, her modeling career completely over.
Unwilling to accept her fate, she actually bought a knife after returning to the country and, like a madwoman, rushed to my company building to seek revenge.
But before she could get close to me, she was subdued by my ever-present bodyguards. She was taken away by the police for attempted assault with a deadly weapon and received
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her due punishment.
They both paid the most painful price for their greed and malice.
After the storm settled, I chose to retire from modeling and venture into the fashion
industry.
I officially launched my own brand.
With Mr. Yan’s help and guidance, I
“eld my own fashion show.
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My designs blended Eastern classical charm with modern avant-garde cuts, full of my
own unique style.
My brand became an instant hit, hailed by fashion critics as “a breath of fresh air” and
praised for being “full of vitality and storytelling.”
Orders flooded in, and my secret studio expanded into a brand company with hundreds
of employees.
I gifted 30% of the company’s shares to Mr. Yan and hired him as the brand’s lifetime
artistic consultant.
He declined the shares but accepted the consultant position.
He moved back from Switzerland and, at my persuasion, picked up his pencil again. The light in his eyes gradually rekindled.
A year later.
I stood backstage at my brand’s runway show, watching models confidently walk the runway wearing clothes I had designed, feeling a sense of peace and fulfillment.
My phone vibrated. It was a message from my lawyer friend.
She said Lucas had applied multiple times from prison to see me, but all requests were
rejected.
Apparently, he had become mentally unstable, drawing my portraits in his cell every day,
I read the message and deleted it without expression.
None of this had anything to do with me anymore.
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Under the spotlight, I walked onto the runway as the designer to take a final bow.
In the audience sat my parents and Mr. Yan, all wearing proud and gratified smiles.
Facing the sea of camera flashes shining for me, I bowed deeply.
When I raised my head again, in my eyes was a universe of stars that belonged to me
alone.
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