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Trenton, brow glistening with sweat, promptly responded, “I will address this immediately.”

In that very moment, Millie took hold of the microphone. A sweet smile graced her features, absent any indication of stage fright. Her voice, clear as a bell, resonated through the air.

“Greetings, everyone. My name is Millie, and I am a designer within the design department of Thomas Group. Through a serendipitous connection with the Fairclough family, I had the privilege to design the wedding jewelry for the prospective bride, Miss Fairclough. This honor fills me with gratitude.”

She paused, a gentle gaze sweeping the audience, before she resumed speaking.

“I’m certain many of you are familiar with the Swan Kiss incident.

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Whether I’ve committed plagiarism or not, I won’t dwell on that topic here. Today, I’ve brought along a collection of my prior works, aiming to garner the appreciation and support of both the Fairclough family and all of you.”

Millie maintained her poised smile, her demeanor conveying a sense of tranquility and humility. Perhaps it was her delicate appearance that gave her an air of composure even in the face of relentless criticism.

Surprisingly, as she spoke, the once-noisy venue began to hush. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

This brief silence, however, was short-lived, as condemnatory voices swiftly resurfaced, one after another.

“Am I hearing correctly? Past works? On such a grand occasion, she actually showcases her previous creations?”

“Does she not comprehend the situation? This union between distinguished families demands jewelry that captivates, a flawless embodiment of splendor.”

In the face of disapproval, the Fairclough and Lawrence family members seated amongst the attendees exhibited visible displeasure, sensing a blemish on their reputations.

At this juncture, Millie nodded toward the rear of the venue, prompting a team of black-suited individuals to rise promptly, escorting a silver case with a coded lock onto the stage.

The synchronized and swift motions of these figures caught the audience off guard, rendering the venue instantly still.

A puzzled whisper fluttered through the assembly.

“What’s happening?”

The locked case was transported to the stage under vigilant escort.

The leader of the black-clad group keyed in the code, unlocking the case before stepping back-every action executed with remarkable fluidity.

Nancy and Emerie shifted their attention from the stage, exchanged glances, their brows furrowed in puzzlement.

“What is Millie scheming? Creating such a spectacle intentionally.

Whose attention is she trying to command?”

“I suspect Millie has orchestrated this. Yet, it’s not about the grandiosity of the display but rather the excellence of the creation.

Those black-clad individuals were likely contracted at high expense, purely for dramatic effect.”

The on-stage host also found himself stupefied. While all the other works had been carried out by Thomas Group’s staff, Millie’s creation arrived accompanied by a professional team.