Trenton, brow glistening with sweat, promptly responded, “I will address this immediately.”


    In that very moment, Millie took hold of the microphone. A sweet smile graced her features, absent any


    indication of stage fright. Her voice, clear as a bell, resonated through the air.


    “Greetings, everyone. My name is Millie, and I am a designer within the design department of Thomas


    Group. Through a serendipitous connection with the Fairclough family, I had the privilege to design the


    wedding jewelry for the prospective bride, Miss Fairclough. This honor fills me with gratitude.”


    She paused, a gentle gaze sweeping the audience, before she resumed speaking.


    “I’m certain many of you are familiar with the Swan Kiss incident.


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    Whether I’vemitted giarism or not, I won’t dwell on that topic here. Today, I’ve brought along a


    collection of my prior works, aiming to garner the appreciation and support of both the Fairclough family


    and all of you.”


    Millie maintained her poised smile, her demeanor conveying a sense of tranquility and humility.


    Perhaps it was her delicate appearance that gave her an air ofposure even in the face of


    relentless criticism.


    Surprisingly, as she spoke, the once-noisy venue began to hush.


    This brief silence, however, was short-lived, as condemnatory voices swiftly resurfaced, one after


    another.


    “Am I hearing correctly? Past works? On such a grand asion, she actually showcases her previous


    creations?”


    “Does she notprehend the situation? This union between distinguished families demands jewelry


    that captivates, a wless embodiment of splendor.”


    In the face of disapproval, the Fairclough and Lawrence family members seated amongst the attendees


    exhibited visible displeasure, sensing a blemish on their reputations.


    At this juncture, Millie nodded toward the rear of the venue, prompting a team of ck-suited


    individuals to rise promptly, escorting a silver case with a coded lock onto the stage.


    The synchronized and swift motions of these figures caught the audience off guard, rendering the


    venue instantly still.


    A puzzled whisper fluttered through the assembly.


    “What’s happening?”


    The locked case was transported to the stage under vignt escort.


    The leader of the ck-d group keyed in the code, unlocking the case before stepping back-every


    action executed with remarkable fluidity.


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    Nancy and Emerie shifted their attention from the stage, exchanged nces, their brows furrowed in


    puzzlement.


    “What is Millie scheming? Creating such a spectacle intentionally.


    Whose attention is she trying tomand?”


    “I suspect Millie has orchestrated this. Yet, it’s not about the grandiosity of the disy but rather the


    excellence of the creation.


    Those ck-d individuals were likely contracted at high expense, purely for dramatic effect.”


    The on-stage host also found himself stupefied. While all the other works had been carried out by


    Thomas Group’s staff, Millie’s creation arrived apanied by a professional team.