It''s no wonder ra Schnabel had her doubts!
The resemnce between Noe’s designs and those of the internationally renowned designer, Master Azure, was uncanny! Even the essory
pairings and the way the dress hems were pleated echoed Master Azure''s iconic style. Many designers carve out their unique style, but someone like
Master Azure, with his distinctive pleating techniques, really sets a benchmark.
Noe pursed her lips, calmly stating, "Yes. I''m acquainted. After all, my wardrobe is practically curated by Master Azure."
Indeed, Master Azure''s designs dominated Noe''s closet. Ever since the Schnabels noticed how stunning Noe looked in Master Azure''s creations,
there was no turning back! Before new collections could even hit the shelves, Kitai would receive a flurry of orders from the Schnabels...
ra had an epiphany. "Noe. you''re a genius! You''ve mastered Master Azure''s style, something many aspire to but fail to achieve!”
A gentle smile spread across Noe’s face.
In the main conference hall.
After changing, Noe found her seat and was instantly greeted with an array of her favorite snacks, courtesy of the Schnabels'' concern for her and
ra''s well-being. The room filled with chatter as the Schnabels reassured themselves upon learning the duo had gone to change. The hall, packed
with invited industry moguls, buzzed with anticipation.
Palmer Pock, exuding a familiar scent of cedar, unbuttoned his vintage suit jacket and took the seat beside Noe. Grasping her hand, his
weariness seemed to vanish at her sight.
Noticing the dark circles under his eyes, Noe chided, “You didn’t have to rush back recklessly.”
"I wanted to be back with you as soon as possible," Palmer replied, a sweet smile curling at his lips. His work ethic had shifted fromboring
endlessly to rushing through tasks, all to return home sooner. The reason, and for whom, was unspoken yet understood.
As the lights dimmed for the presentation, Palmer gently embraced Noe, drawing a cough from ra and a blush from Noe. Despite the public
setting, Palmer''s fatigue and open affection made it hard for Noe to push him away. The Schnabels were used to their disys of affection, so she
let him hold her.
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scrutiny," she dered, her voice crisp yet audible enough to resonate across the studio.
"Firstly, this report,piled by Loadstar post-factum, seems to have been tampered with by Garrick, the founding leader of Pris Star, in an
attempt to obscure theb''s shorings by erasing data on ‘failed subjects.""
"Secondly, the validity of the experimental data on human brain development, as reported by Principal Garrick, appears to be fabricated."
"Thirdly, Garrick had no authorization from Loadstar to publicize this report. That''s a vition of rights!"
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"Yes, indeed! Loadstar''s experiments are renowned for their precision. How could such fundamental errors ur? An apology is in order!"
With a light chuckle, Noe straightened her slender frame, her gaze unwavering. "An apology seems out of the question, because... I am Loadstar!"