The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 169

The moment Vivienne spoke, a hush fell over the bleachers. Everyone who heard her turned to look in her direction.

What did Vivienne just say?

Hazel almost thought she had misheard. Before she could utter a mocking retort, Helen abruptly stood up, her icy gaze fixed on Vivienne. “What did you just say?”

“I said, ‘Beyond is as wrong as falling short.” Vivienne’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she met Helen’s gaze and repeated her words calmly.

“What gives you, a country bumpkin, the right to judge Mike’s designs like that?” Helen’s face was a picture of outrage.

When her family, the Edwards family, initially vied for the agency rights to Mr. Mike’s brand, it was partly due to the potential profit but also because Helen was a big fan and had highly recommended it.

Helen had always been a devoted fan of Mike. She never missed a show and had collected every piece he had ever designed. In her eyes, aside from the elusive Master Charles, Mr. Mike was the most gifted fashion designer in recent years.

She was now preparing for her college entrance exams and had no plans to attend a local university. Instead, she was aiming to study abroad at Mike’s alma mater, the prestigious King’s Design Academy in Veloria.

Her dream was to become a fashion designer like Charles and Mike.

She had refrained from clashing with Vivienne due to the presence of Percival and Cecilia, not wanting to offend the Ellington family. However, hearing Vivienne belittle her idol’s designs was something she could

not tolerate.

“Have a problem?” Vivienne had the model on stage, dressed in a gown with a gradient color scheme, stop. She pointed at the large bow on her shoulder and waist and asked, “The dress already has a complex color scheme, and the hem has a complicated cake–like design. Wouldn’t it be better if the upper half was simple? Isn’t adding two large bows overdoing it?”

“What do you know?!” Helen, after seeing Mike’s design belittled by Vivienne, retorted angrily. “This is called vintage. Do you understand?”

and commented on the gradient–colored dress. “I think Vivienne is right. The design is too complicated. There are too many highlights but no focal

she’s Percival’s fiancée and you’re trying

face turned cold. “Don’t assume I’m like you, who is willing to befriend

Arabella’s eyes turned

designing clothes? Why don’t you become designers? My family invited Mike to design for my engagement party. I

she wasn’t afraid of Charlotte. A malicious glint flashed in her eyes as she challenged her. “If you’re so confident, then why don’t you improve the

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version. Let’s see if it’s better than Mike’s original

she could, she

who quickly brought her a pair of scissors and a sewing kit. She accepted them and calmly walked onto

doing?” Helen exclaimed in shock, reaching out to pull Vivienne away. “Get down from there! How dare you touch Mike’s design?!”

ignored her and snipped off the large bow on the model’s shoulder

Helen screamed in fury. “How could

to the model and yelled, “Are you insane? Why are you letting

woman, didn’t understand English and could

the dress she was wearing. Yet she simply stood there, allowing Vivienne to

crowd was growing as more people were drawn by Helen’s screams. Everyone looked at

to the designer.

Vivienne’s actions

to Percival and Cecilia’s presence, none of them

“What’s going on?”

weathered voice sounded from the edge of the

to see the crowd parting to make way for Ashley and Ronald, who were accompanying Judith.

Judith and immediately clung to her arm. Her voice was tinged with panic. “You have to stop

designer, but he was a valued guest they had gone to great lengths to invite. He shouldn’t

her gaze landed on the girl wielding scissors on the

It was her!