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So Lucas wasn’t a genius at all, he was just a thief who had stolen someone else’s life’s
work!
This discovery shocked me, but it also gave me leverage over him.
I immediately called him, saying my father’s budget had come through and the Paris Fashion Week could proceed as scheduled.
On the other end of the phone, I could hear him and Giselle shouting excitedly. He even
forgot to hang up.
Soon, their ambiguous sounds came through.
I calmly ended the call, my mind busy planning for the fashion week.
The fashion week arrived as scheduled.
Everything unfolded exactly as it had in my past life.
Giselle, fully made up and wearing a sexy silk robe, deliberately stopped in front of me.
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She looked me up and down, the corners of her mouth curling into a malicious smile.
“Miss Snow, you’d better perform well later.”
“Don’t trip and fall, or all of Lucas’s hard work will be wasted.”
I looked at her in the mirror and smiled faintly. “Thanks for your concern. The same goes
for you.”
My calmness seemed to bore her. She snorted and sashayed away.
Time ticked by minute by minute. The front rows of the show were already packed, a sea
of camera flashes.
The show was about to begin.
I changed into the wedding dress from my past life and was about to head to the waiting
area.
A staff member, pushing a tall metal rack, hurriedly passed behind me.
“Watch out!” someone cried out.
But it was too late for me to dodge.
A corner of the metal rack slammed hard into my ankle.
A piercing pain shot through me. I couldn’t help but cry out, collapsing to the ground.
Everyone rushed over. The backstage instantly became chaotic.
Lucas and Giselle also came running at the commotion.
Seeing my pained expression, a flash of triumph crossed Lucas’s face before he quickly put on a panicked look.
He crouched down, pretending to support me. “Aria, how are you? Where does it hurt?”
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Giselle stood to the side, arms crossed, her eyes full of schadenfreude.
The staff member who had bumped into me had already disappeared without a trace.
I laughed coldly inside.
In my past life, this was how it happened. I injured my foot, my ankle swelling up like a
bun.
But back then, not wanting to disappoint Lucas, I insisted on going on stage despite the injury.
It was only after repeated dissuasion from all the staff that I agreed to let an understudy
take my place.
But I never imagined that person would be Giselle, much less that my fiancé would
propose to her during this runway show.
all.
Lucas, looking anxious, asked if I wanted to let the understudy go on. I didn’t hesitate at
I directly named Giselle as my replacement.
My answer stunned him momentarily.
He knew how much I had sacrificed for this show, even hurting my stomach to lose
weight.
Now I was graciously giving the opportunity to someone else.
He stared at me intently, his eyes full of scrutiny, as if trying to read something from my face.
At that moment, alarm bells went off in my mind.
His reaction was too strange.
Could it be that he had also been reborn?
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