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

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Hazel smiled and handed the microphone to Yvette, making a gesturing motion. Yvette glanced at her and then looked down at the silent audience, their faces filled with shock. With a calm expression and cool demeanor, she softly said, "Thank you."

After speaking. Yvette left the stage and sat back in the first row. The whole award acceptance took less than a minute, leaving the audience completely stunned.

This was the simplest acceptance speech since the fashion competition started. No fancy words, no emotional tears, just at plain Thank you

Hazel stood at the side of the stage, watching Yvette leave after saying those two words. Though she was a composed person, she could not help but raise an eyebrow. Although she was surprised, there was no discontent on her face.

Hazel thought, "It's already something that Yvette stood up in front of everyone today. It's unrealistic to expect her to say more than a few words. She has never been one to talk much.

"Usually, winners talk about how they worked hard to learn design and where their inspiration came from. If Yvette were to speak, who knows how many designers there might get annoyed

"Yvette has only been learning design and tailoring for two months. There's no hardships she has gone through for it. She can remember all the related books she has read and all the designs she has seen. People like her are naturally born winners from the start. "Fashion design needs ninety percent talent and only ten percent effort. I've seen many people who work hard without the talent, and they usually don't make much progress."

Braydon was the first in the audience to start clapping, followed by Sienna and Joe. Gradually, more people recovered from their shock and began clapping. Everyone was looking at Yvette as she walked off the stage. It was hard for them to imagine she was the boss behind Vibe.

Some people even speculated about Yvette's age, and when they realized she might have been underage when Vibe was established, they were even more shocked. Plus, Braydon had just said that Yvette owned three diamond mines worth billions in Afria. Especially those who just called Yvette a nouveau riche, their faces flushed with embarrassment, and they lowered their heads. They thought, "How could Yvette be a nouveau riche? Clearly, she is the ultimate trendsetter in the fashion world. How could the owner of Vibe be short of gowns and haute couture?

"Vibe's exclusive haute couture is something that models and actors dream of borrowing but cannot get their hands on."

deeply impacted the fashion crowd. The revelation that

in the audience, who was lounging with one leg crossed. Once again, she expressed her admiration for Yvette before designers

the most talented designer I've ever met. I hope to see her remarkable designs at

as the 20th World Fashion Competition officially came to an end. The media outside had already learned that Yvette was the owner of Vibe. As soon Yvette and Sienna exited the venue, a crowd of reporters rushed toward them. All

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"Are you the secret owner of Vibe? Ms. Zeller, why did you keep your identity hidden for so

you have ome unspeakable reasons? Also, where did the inspiration for

years by fashion icon Hazel. Ms. Zeller, do

was such a young girl from Clusia. Their questions were sharp and obviously had

stood a little distance away, observing Yvette, who had her hands shoved into her pockets, looking a bit impatient. As he was about to step forward, Joe

you really think Yvette is the type who needs you to play the hero? Wake up. Remember those two years we spent in the Seventy-Two Chambers? For old times' sake, my advice: don't embarrass yourself.

perceptive than Braydon and hit the nail on the head. Braydon glared at Joe fiercely, as if he wanted to beat

all. The two of them were quietly clashing where

heard the reporters' statements, her face turned cold. Having dealt with the media for so

media will stop at nothing for attention. If Yvette makes even a small slip-up, the media will seize it

reporters ahead and held the microphone with a rebellious aura. Her demeanor was cool and aloof, her lips slightly curved in a smirk, yet her eyes held no trace

hands in her pockets and told the

reporters by surprise. These reporters were used to being pushy, never having met such