Chapter 171


    Hazel felt a sudden chill creep up her scalp, and she quietly took two steps back, hoping to sneak off


    the runway unnoticed.


    Mike, who had been engrossed in admiring a strapless gown, finally looked up to see the young,


    talented designer standing next to him. But upon recognizing the impatient expression on Vivienne''s


    face, he eximed in surprise, "Master Charles! Is that you?"


    The room fell into a stunned silence.


    "What? Mr. Ellington''s fiancée is Master Charles?"


    "How is that possible? Mike must have mistaken her for someone else."


    From the runway below, Arabe had been urging Judith to stop Vivienne, but she hadn''t made a move


    to actually do it herself.


    She was hoping that Vivienne would offend Mike, leading to a breakdown in the partnership between


    the Edwards family and Mike. This would not only ruin Vivienne''s reputation but also earn her the


    enmity of the Edwards family.


    If Vivienne''s arrogance led to not only her own downfall but also strained the rtionship between the


    Ellington Group and the Edwards Group, would the Ellington family still want such a troublesome


    daughter-inw?


    Arabe had her n all figured out, and when Mike stormed towards Vivienne in anger, she thought


    her wish was about toe true.


    But to her surprise, not only did Mike praise Vivienne''s altered design, he even called her "Master


    Charles."


    This Mike must have lost his mind!


    She stepped forward and addressed Mike. "Mr. Mike, my sister grew up in a humble monastery and


    has never touched fashion design. How could she possibly be Master Charles? You must have


    mistaken her for someone else."


    "How could I possibly mistake her?" Mike gave Arabe a strange look and replied. "When my


    creativity hit a roadblock years ago, it was Master Charles who inspired me and led to my sess


    today. She is like my mentor. Who would mistake their own mentor?"


    He then pointed at the obedient Italian model who had been following Vivienne''s instructions to the tee.


    "Julia is one of the most professional supermodels in the industry. If it wasn''t for her respect for Master


    Charles and knowing my rtionship with Charles, would she have so patiently let others touch my


    clothes?"


    This statement set the crowd buzzing again.


    "Is Vivienne really Master Charles?"


    "No way. That''s unbelievable."


    But Vivienne on the runway just raised an eyebrow at Mike and nodded. "Long time no see."


    Her demeanor was like that of an elder addressing a younger person.


    Then she added, "After all this time, you still haven''t made any progress."


    Mike''s excited expression instantly deted. He now seemed much like a frost-bitten eggnt, and he


    even looked a bit like a chastised child. "I know I''ve hit a creative block. I''ve been wanting to seek your


    advice again, hoping for new inspiration."


    This natural conversation was proof enough that Vivienne was indeed Charles.


    The crowd was either dumbfounded or amazed.


    Even Percival was surprised, his lips slightly parted in astonishment. His Vivienne was full of surprises.


    How many more surprises was she hiding?


    Only Cecilia seemed delighted for Vivienne.


    Just before Vivienne took the stage, while no one dared openly confront her and Percival due to their


    status, snidements and discussions had been reaching their ears.


    Some said the Ellington family had poor judgment for choosing an arrogant and ill-mannered daughter-


    inw.


    Some predicted that Vivienne would make a fool of herself today and that the Ellington family would


    call off the engagement.


    Others even suggested that she, Cecilia, was dissatisfied with Vivienne and was scouting for a new


    bride for Percival during her poker games.


    Rumors!


    She had told all her poker friends that she had set her heart on Vivienne as her daughter-inw.


    Ste Pembroke and her mother must be spreading rumors about her. Next time they meet, she''ll give


    them a good p.


    Now, Vivienne had not only proven her taste and ability, but she was also revealed to be the mysterious


    fashion designer Charles of the fashion world.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    If Cecilia wasn''t so concerned about maintaining herdylike demeanor, she would probably be


    grinning from ear to ear.


    Clothes designed by Charles were extremely sought-after.


    Many wealthydies couldn’t get their hands on them, even if they were willing to pay a high price.


    They were practically priceless.


    From today onwards, who knew how many people would be knocking on their door, hoping for Vivienne


    to design clothes for them?


    While her mind was racing, Cecilia maintained a perfect poker face, showing no surprise at the


    revtion of Vivienne''s identity as Master Charles. This led others to believe that she had known all


    along.


    Arabe''s face was a picture of discontent. She stole a nce at Percival.


    He was sitting there with a ss of red wine in his hand, looking up at the radiant Vivienne on the


    runway. He held his ss in a graceful gesture, toasting to the only girl in his eyes.


    She saw Vivienne return his gaze with a smile. Their eyes met, and it was a moment of intimacy that no


    one else could intrude upon.


    Arabe''s grip on Judith''s hand tightened slightly, causing Judith some difort. Following Arabe''s


    gaze, she saw Percival and couldn''t help but feel surprised.


    Looking at the way he and Vivienne exchanged nces, she instantly suspected his identity.


    Who would have thought that the ones who had saved her in Havenwood would turn out to be Vivienne


    and Percival?


    In previous years, due to her dislike for socializing, she was not very familiar with Percival''s generation,


    despite living in Rivenwood, so she didn''t recognize him at the time.


    Trailing behind Judith were Beatrice and her two sons; their gazes on Vivienne were quiteplex.


    Just the identity of Master Q, was enough to surprise them. They did not expect Vivienne to be the


    internationally mysterious fashion designer, Charles.


    Beatrice could feel that as Vivienne''s identity was revealed, countless people who knew about their


    previous grudges were looking at her. They were all mocking her for treating Arabe like a treasure


    but disregarding the true gem.


    Their gazes seemed to be asking her if she regretted it.


    Initially, they had sold Vivienne to the "disabled" Percival in order to receive arge money from the


    Ellington family to save the Hawthorn Group. Later, they broke ties with Dorian and even helped


    Arabe frame Dorian.


    She did all this with the sole purpose of saving the Hawthorn Group. She did this to make the Hawthorn


    Group prosper, didn''t she?


    But in fact, just one form from Master Q, or one clothing line from Charles could solve all these


    problems.


    If she had been slightly nicer to Vivienne back then, would she be jumping around like she was now?


    She made a fool of herself while the Hawthorn Group still failed.


    Beatrice clenched her teeth. Her gloomy gaze fell on the interlocked hands of Judith and Arabe.


    Then a sinister smile shed across Beatrice’s eyes.


    Why did the good fortune always fall on you, Judith?


    Why wasn''t Vivienne my granddaughter?


    Why was she yours?


    But what of it?


    You will always treat a fake heiress as a treasure.


    What I couldn''t have, you wouldn''t have either!