Albie still wanted to tease the little girl, but Sion, who had been next to her, suddenly got up with Morgan in his arms and said coldly, “Have a good time, Mr Doyle, I have a business partner waiting for me.” With that, he hurriedly took Momo out of Albie’s sight.


    Sion brought the girl, whose big curious eyes were filled with questions, to a quiet corner.Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org.


    Wasn’t Daddy going to meet a business partner? Why was heing here, where there weren’t any people?


    Reading her confusion, Sion mumbled, “This is grown-up stuff, be a good girl, okay?”


    There weren’t any “business partners waiting for him”, just the sight of Albie’s smiling face. It was hard to admit, but the thing that irritated him most was the girl was very willing to get close to Albie.


    “Well, well, well, isn’t this Mr Carroll! How splendid to meet you!” Just as he just took some steps, a person approached and tried to make conversation with him. Relieved, Sion put Morgan gently on the ground and took her by the hand, the other swiping a ss of champagne from a passing waiter.


    Morgan listened as the two talked about a lot of things that she didn’t understand, soon got bored and started looking around.


    “Why haven’t Mommy and Theo shown up yet? Is he going toe to mess up the party? And if he doese to the party, what can she do to stop him?” The girl thought to herself. Theo’s words the other day had made her a little worried. She couldn’t find an answer and scratched her head in frustration.


    Sion soon finished his conversation and the person left. He looked down at her.


    “Bored?”


    Business parties were never any fun, and the girl had been at his side for a while already. He thought he should call David to take her out for a bit for some fresh air.


    Morgan shook her head. She wasn’t bored, but she was too worried about the destruction that her brother might make. She held on to her father’s hand a little tighter, to show that she didn’t want to be separated from him. What if David took her out to y and she missed the big show mommy and brother were going to make?


    Sion sensed her movement and said nothing.


    The people in the hall chatted while keeping an eye on the stairs for the host. They were not so anxious to see the head of the Crescent Group, but wanting to meet “Queen”, the world-famous stylist, who was going to reveal her true identity today.


    And they were to witness this event.


    After what seemed like ages, apletely overdressed host went onstage. He said some ordinary speech talk, then proceeded dramatically.


    “There will be a very, very important person here today making an appearance at this meeting. Of course, I shouldn’t need to remind all of you, as I am sure that most of you already know, the said person, the star of fashion, ‘Queen’.”


    “And where is she now?” The host was getting under their skin, with the crowd expecting the identity of “Queen” and wanting his introduction to be end with the answer quick.


    The host finally got to the point, “Let us wee, the star of Fashion, Queen!!!”


    Blinding lights swung and focused on the spiral staircase. The people below held their breaths.


    Sion raised his head to look at the ce where the designer would appear. That was the one who wrote him that invitation.


    Everyone standing below were just staring straight upward, attempting to catch the first nce.


    After a while, on the base of the staircase, appeared a pair of high heels.


    The sound of the high heels and the ground chimed with a rhythmic melody, getting nearer and nearer. First seen was a red dress, and in the escapes of the swaying, a set of beautiful legs barely visible. Under the spotlights, her dress blossomed like an enduring red lotus. It was not until she had walked down the stairs was her face seen. She was a fine-looking youngdy, with cold and steady eyes. The features though, were not so mature, as they betrayed a look of innocence.


    But her dress was the one that the Father of Fashion had sent as a gift to, who he described as his muse. People recognized it.


    So “Queen” turned out to be the muse. Unique, customized, the dress had a name of Equinox Flower, deadly and beautiful. The music in the background had faded and all was silent. Every eye was on her.


    Most people had not met her before, but a few in the crowd had known her.


    Sion was somewhere in the crowd, stiff as if struck by lighting. The half-filled ss of champagne shattered as his hand grasped it tightly.


    Morgan looked up and observed his expression.


    David reached for her and pulled her away from the broken ss. He nced at his boss anxiously but remained silent. He was in shock himself. Everyone knew that Sion’sst wife, Aurora had passed away five years ago, in a car ident, and disappeared into the churning water. Had it been faked? Why had she appeared, now?


    Aurora’s appearance released multiple emotions, but there was no one denying her beauty.


    She just appeared in front of them, gracefully and sacredly.


    People whispered their curiosity to one another.


    Red liquid, wine or blood, or maybe some of both, trickled down from Sion’s fingers. He felt as if he was in a storming ocean, where there were huge giant waves of emotions tumbling him over and over.


    So she hade back.


    ss pierced the flesh of his palms as he clenched his fingers tightly. His sight was wavering-nothing could be seen except for a red figure. Sion tried to get to his feet but fell back. His eyes were burning with tears and rage. At that moment, Sion was staring at Aurora as if he was trying to see her through.