Chapter 1989

Jonathan was the anchor in her dreams, who forbade her to leave, and that's why she forgot to regroup

with her teammates.

Could it be that Wolf and the others were like Lambert, living in some other realm and desperately

trying to wake her up?

Telling her not to get lost in the illusion of love, not to bask in comfort, not to forget the responsibilities

she carried on her shoulders!

B City

Cliff had just wrapped up a meeting and returned to his office when he found Antonia already waiting

for him there; her face was obscured by a mask.

"Did you need something?" Cliff asked with a gentle smile.

"Dad!" Antonia approached with an icy gaze, "I've got news. Neither Magdalen nor Estelle is in J City.

This is our chance!"

Cliff settled back at his desk with a smirk, "I know. Even Jonathan has left J City for days."

"So what are we waiting for?" Hate filled Antonia's eyes; as she removed her mask, the scar on her

face was revealed. "Estelle did this to me. I'll never let her off the hook."

Cliff looked at Antonia with a pained expression, "Why did it become more noticeable after the

surgery?"

"I drank alcohol during recovery," Antonia said, her eyes flickering with a hint of guilt.

"You—" Cliff frowned in annoyance, "If you care so much about your appearance, you need to have

self-control."

When Estelle had pushed Antonia off the rooftop, her facial bones got shattered, and a deep gash was

left on her skin. After meticulous care, the scar was hardly noticeable, but Antonia, obsessed with her

dream of stardom and her looks, went abroad for plastic surgery.

However, the recovery from such procedures was lengthy, and as she was unable to resist going out

drinking and partying with friends, which only worsened the outcome. The scar was now more

prominent than ever!

"Dad, if you really feel for me, then hurry up and deal with that Estelle. While she's gone, we can get rid

of her!" Antonia snorted.

"Don't worry," Cliff said with a cold laugh, "Be patient. By tomorrow, I'll have her splashed all over the

headlines; by then she’ll be the talk of the town!"

The following Monday, as people were just starting their workday, the internet exploded with a few

startling news items.

The first was that KING had won the Silver Carpet Award at an international fashion week. It wasn't the

highest honor; though her fans were a bit disappointed, they still flooded the comments under Snowy

Studios, consoling KING and urging her not to take it to heart, and to bounce back and conquer Milan

next time.

After all, nobody can guarantee to stay at the peak forever; ups and downs are part of the game.

This incident barely caused ripples, and the influence was limited to the fashion world and KING's

fanbase, but then the second piece of news hit.

Coco, the winner of the Golden Summit Award, the fashion week's highest honor, had an agent who let

slip at a cocktail party that Coco's victory was due to KING deliberately holding back.

Coco had paid KING a bribe of five million dollars, so KING deliberately made "mistakes" she once

made in her previous designing and let Coco take the top prize.

Once the news reached domestic shores, it caused an uproar.

KING's fans tried desperately to control the narrative, but when matters of principle were at stake, the

public refused to listen to any explanation. The entire internet demanded KING to make a statement.

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The scenes from a few months earlier replayed when trolls and paid commenters flooded the internet

with vile remarks, making KING the target of widespread vitriol once again.

Even the Fashion Designers' Association in J City caught wind of the scandal and issued a statement

to expel KING from their ranks.