LittleNovelChapter 213 As Judson's words lingered in the air, Cyrus' face flushed with anger. "Judson, today's Nancy's big runway show, so I'm not going to fight with you. But mark my words, Nancy will see through your deceit someday." Judson's retort was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. "Nancy might not see how despicable I am, but she sure knows how hypocritical you are." Hypocritical? Cyrus was taken aback. What was Judson implying? Could it be that...
Cyrus fixed Judson with a piercing stare. "You've got your memory back, haven't you?" Judson smirked, a playful glint in his eyes, but before he could answer, the sound of melodious music filled the room. The stage's center platform rose, revealing a girl in a white evening gown, gracefully playing the piano.
But Cyrus wasn't caught up in the spectacle. He kept his eyes on Judson, his voice urgent. "You do remember, right?" "Got any proof?" Judson shrugged dismissively. "Cyrus, give up on trying to separatefrom Nancy." Judson's cryptic words left Cyrus feeling heavy-hearted. Judson had a point; even if he had regained his memory, without concrete evidence, convincing Nancy of the truth was near impossible.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCyrus' face darkened. "Judson, struths are undeniable, no matter how well they're hidden. Nancy hates being lied to." Judson's laugh was mocking. "Do I need you to tellthat? Maybe you should take a closer look at yourself." Between him and Cyrus, who had deceived Nancy more? Suddenly, a wave of excitement swept through the crowd. "Look, my brother is here!" Almost simultaneously, a tall, handsman stepped out of a sleek car, making his way down the red carpet. Cameras flashed incessantly as the show kicked off.
Cyrus was mesmerized by the jewelry and clothes Nancy had designed. They were absolutely stunning. "The belt Lena designed, I bet it'll sell out in no time," the actor joked, lifting his shirt slightly to reveal a midnight blue snake-patterned belt.
"Show us more, we can handle it!" someone shouted playfully from the audience.
Backstage, Lenard was unable to contain his amusement. "Having Galen open the show was a brilliant move. It's causing quite a stir." "And those pants are already low-rise enough," Lenard added, raising an eyebrow. "Any more, and the livestream might get shut down." Nancy could only shake her head with a resigned smile. "..." "Think of it as a little treat for the fans," Michael chimed in with his laid-back voice, breaking into the conversation.
Lenard and Nancy turned to see Michael, dressed in a wine-red è tailored suit, his eyes accentuated with a subtle smokey eye makeup, giving him a devil-may-care allure.
en "Mr. Ferguson," Lenard frowned, "are you sure about this look?" "What's wrong with it?" Michael asked, genuinely curious.
Lenard replied candidly, "It's not about how it looks. I bet you'll have more men than women vying for your attention when you walk out with Penny." Michael's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Do you need a reminder of whether I'm a man?" His voice was light, but the threat was clear.
Lenard quickly ducked behind Nancy, grumbling, "Can't even speak the truth anymore?" Michael paused, clearly amused, just as he was about to retort.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNancy stepped forward, meeting his gaze directly. "Letredo your makeup." Makeup was a basic courtesy; no one appeared on stage bare-faced.
Michael raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You can do makeup?" Before Nancy could respond, Lenard chimed in, "Have you ever seen a designer who isn't a master with a brush?" Michael didn't hesitate, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
Nancy picked up a makeup remover wipe, focus on altering Michael's look, tuning out the buzz from outside. Twenty minutes later, Michael's
edgy allure was toned down. The softened eyeliner emphasized bis tural regality, exuding the aura of a En true gentleman. fo en
Michael cocked an eyebrow, catching Nancy's words. "You know, my first ΠΙ impression of you was more about elegance than flamboyance. Today's your day; no need to hide who you are." Compared to Judson's ethereal presence, Michael had the air of a genuine high-society gentleman.
Michael's heart skipped a beat, unexpectedly moved. He replied sincerely, "Thank you."
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