Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 503

As Hazel finished speaking, the hall erupted in applause once more. Everyone turned their attention to the front row, focusing mainly on Sienna. Everyone knew that after a two-year absence, Vibe had returned to the World Fashion Competition and clinched the top prize

this year. Next year, the fashion scene would again be Vibe's to dominate.

Vibe had always been the rising star, with its sales and market share increasing every year, causing dissatisfaction among many luxury brands. But no one could afford to crack down on Vibe, not only because Vibe's designs were highly favored, but also because Sienna's mentor was the fashion icon, Hazel. Moreover, the rumored mastermind behind Vibe had remained out of the public eye for years; they could not risk'offending someone so mysterious.

Hazel first presented the trophies for third and second place in order. Finally, it was the moment everyone was eagerly waiting for; Hazel was about to present the first-place trophy. Her eyes fell on Yvette in the front row. Yvette, with her head lowered, idly played with her phone, her expression neutral.

Hazel said, "Everyone, we all know the winner of this competition: it's Vibe's 'Nameless' design series. Nameless is the best design I've seen in years. This series captures classical aesthetics perfectly, with an aura of mystery unique to Clusia. It amazed me, so Nameless is undoubtedly the rightful champion of this year's contest. Whether it was me, the judges, or the public votes, Nameless stands out as the top design of the year."

Hazel generously praised Vibe and the Nameless series in front of everyone. The heartfelt compliments made it impossible for anyone to feel jealous. Over the years, there had been many fashion designs showing classical aesthetics, but most were altered too much to fit public tastes, losing the original beauty of the Clusian design in the process.

The Nameless series was recognized in the fashion world as a genuine representation of classical aesthetics, so winning this competition was well-deserved.

Continuing, Hazel said, "Everyone, there's been a rumor in the fashion world since Vibe's founding that except for me and Vibe's chief designer, Sienna, no one has ever met the owner of Vibe. Many stories have circled about the owner, and I'm sure everyone here is curious about who the owner of Vibe truly is. I can say after years in the fashion industry, she is the most talented and intelligent designer I've ever met, and today, she's here to personally accept this award."

Hazel's gaze once more landed on the table where Yvette was seated. Everyone else followed her gaze to Yvette's table as well. The brightest spotlight in the venue was also shining on that table.

Someone asked, "Who is Ms. Winslow looking at? Could it be Mr. Yoder or Mr. Goodman? Are they into design? I've never heard of that."

A girl sitting in the third row said, "Didn't Ms. Winslow say before that the boss of Vibe is the most talented and smart person she's ever met? Maybe Mr. Yoder or Mr. Goodman is such a gifted person?" Another guy chimed in, "I think you're right. People like Mr. Yoder and Mr. Goodman are truly favored by fate. What's so strange about them being the boss of Vibe?"

be the real boss behind Vibe, just perhaps staying low-key

spoke up, "I think it could also be the

looked at the girl, starting to speak in a tone

dress so plainly? Just look at her tracksuit, it's

a tracksuit to a ball like this? The boss of Vibe is meant to be a design genius, how

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well, our guessing won't lead anywhere. Let's wait for Ms.

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design,

That's even more ridiculous.

at once and turned to look at Yvette beside

in everything, Yvette would definitely rank first; no one dares

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kept his eyes on Yvette. Seeing her faint smile as she looked at her phone,

put her phone away and looked up at Hazel. Hazel, on stage, slowly lit

"Let's welcome the genius of the fashion world, Yvette Zeller, the designer

stunned gazes, Yvette, who was sitting, stood up. At that

shadow. Her eyes were slightly upturned, with a gaze that was cold and

no sense of design, as it was the most typical spring school uniform at Argrol University in Seacrity. If not for Yvette's stunning face wearing