Celia looked up and saw a round-faced girl who had just knocked something off the dressing table. The girl crouched down, fumbling to pick everything up, panic written all over her face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Celia stepped forward, gently motioning for Haitang to step back. "It's alright. No need to worry about it."
The round-faced girl stood, her eyes flickering nervously as though she were hiding something. "I'm really sorry, Miss Su. I'm new here. I was so nervous just now that I bumped into it."
"It's fine," Celia replied kindly. "Just be more careful next time. You can head out now."
"Thank you, Miss Su." The girl gave a quick bow and hurried away.
Haitang bent down to clean up the mess, but Celia stopped her. "Sister Haitang, let me handle it."…
The round-faced girl soon found Xia Ling waiting in a quiet corner. With no one else around, Xia Ling's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Did you do it?" she asked eagerly.
"It's done," the girl whispered.
"Did Celia suspect anything?"
"No. Miss Su was actually very kind to me. She even let me leave early."
Xia Ling let out a cold laugh. "So naive… such a saint."
She pulled a thick envelope from her bag and shoved it into the girl's hands. "Here's your reward. Now get out of here."
The girl clutched the money and scurried away.
Just then, Yara Lu approached. "Lingling, what did you have her do?"
Xia Ling's lips curved into a sly smile. "Yaoyao, I had her sprinkle something inside Celia and Xia Xiaofu's dressing tables. Once they step onto the runway, they'll feel itchy and overheated all over. They won't be able to stop themselves from tearing at their clothes. Their elegant catwalk will turn into an embarrassing strip show for the whole city to see."
Yara's brows rose in surprise. She hadn't expected Xia Ling to go that far, but the thought amused her. This fashion competition had captured the entire capital's attention and was being livestreamed. If Celia and Xia Xiaofu truly lost control on stage, it would be a disgrace they could never erase.
"Lingling, isn't that a little ruthless?" Yara chuckled lightly.
"Don't worry, Yaoyao," Xia Ling said, her voice dripping with malice. "Just focus on dazzling the crowd with your famous legs tonight. Show everyone why they call yours the most beautiful in the capital."
Flattered, Yara's red lips curled into a smile. "Very well. I'll leave it to you. I'm going to check if Nathaniel and Jin Han have arrived."…
In the center of the stage, the crystal runway rose under the spotlights, gleaming like glass. The capital's most powerful and prestigious figures had gathered to witness this grand fashion showdown.
Nathaniel Fu and Jin Han arrived one after the other, both dressed in impeccably tailored black suits. Nathaniel exuded an aloof, commanding presence, while Jin Han radiated refined elegance. Seated in the front row, the two men instantly became the focus of every wealthy socialite present.
Several CEOs clustered nearby, whispering with amusement.
"Mr. Fu, I hear Miss Lu is going to flaunt her legs tonight. They say they're the most beautiful in the capital. We're in for a real treat."
"Indeed, what a sight it will be. Just imagine—legs that gorgeous wrapped around you… thrilling, isn't it?"
"Surely Mr. Fu and Mr. Jin both have a taste for beautiful legs, don't you?"
Their laughter rippled through the front row.
At that moment, Yara Lu stepped into view. Hearing the men's teasing compliments, her smile deepened.
Nathaniel and Jin Han were both exceptional men, each with his own kind of allure. Others might not know, but she knew the truth—both of them appreciated beautiful legs.
Because they had already seen women's legs before.