Chapter 856 The Speech
There was still no sign of thest model, and Zuri was beginning to grow anxious. She headed
backstage to check.
The next moment, bright lights flooded the stage after the 2-second ckout, stopping her in her
tracks.
The music came alive next in rhythmic beats.
Finally, there was Derek. He walked onto the stage and stopped in front of the starting point for a
few seconds. The ck hat covered his eyebrows and eyes, drawing attention to his high nose and
sharp jaws, down to the sensual line of his corbones. The tear on the clothes had been sewn into
the shape of the crescent moon— W Marks Studio''s unmistakable insignia.
Derek walked on the stage, his footsteps in time with the beat of the music as he dominated the
whole room.
J quietly lifted the curtain, unable to take her eyes off him. Derek was apletely different
person on stage. There was no trace of thezy and lethargic man from earlier. Now, the person in
front of everyone was a king, and this stage was his. Some people were born to shine under the
spotlight. Derek was one of them.
He was the perfect match to Draco''s masterpiece. J didn''t feel it in the fitting room, but she
could see it now. Derek''s movements were sure and fluid, wlessly showing off the clothes.
All eyes were fixed on him. At this moment, he held the entire room in the palm of his hand.
There could have been no better finale. After his walk, the show was finished. All the models came
onto the stage one by one. Under the lights, the logo of W Marks Studio gleamed proudly on the
screen.
Zuri was left astounded by the whole show. She brought her hands together in a loud p, and
others followed. Soon, the room was drowning with the sound of apuse.
Backstage, Zuri cleared her throat and said, "J, you should go out and say something. I''m sure
everyone would like to hear a few words from the designer of W Marks Studio."
It was the right decision to let J in today.
J hesitated. It was no small matter to change Draco''s original design without telling him. She
would have a lot of exining to do after she got back. As things stood right now, she didn''t think
she had the right to speak on behalf of the studio. "Maybe next time. Mr. Wesley is not here and I
don''t think I can represent him." J waved her hand.
Derek walked off the stage and stood in front of her. With a smile on his face, he said, "What are
you being shy for now? That''s not like you. Where''s the woman from earlier? It''s tradition for
designers to give a speech after the show. You can''t break it."
J took two steps back, but Derek had already grabbed her wrist and then carried her up.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" With a scream, J covered her face with her hand.
The next thing she knew, Derek put her down and was handing her a microphone.
Behind her, all the models who wore Draco''s designs stood.
J was shaking with nervousness inside. She took the microphone and said, "Mr. Wesley
couldn''t make it to the show, so I am here on his behalf. Ladies and gentlemen, I hope this
collection reached your expectations. Since the founding of W Marks, integrating innovation and
simplicity has always been the central direction of Mr. Wesley''s designs. In the future, he will stay
true to this vision and create more original pieces."
The room was once again engulfed in resounding ps. After her speech, J turned around and
went backstage. The show hade to an end.
The live broadcast had concluded. Inside the W Marks Studio, the young designers hugged each
other, ecstatic at the sess of the show. "J''s speech was great!" they cheered excitedly.
"Mr. Wesley made the right choice taking her in." Tasha was also happy.
The whole studio was in a celebratory mood. None of them paid attention to Dalores.
She was sitting on a chair, her head bowed as she furiously sketched. Her hand gripped the pencil,
drawing over lines again and again until the wood snapped.
Resentment chewed on her insides as she muttered, "It''s not fair... Why does she get to have
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