Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 303: Evelyn Clayton Appears

At 10:30, major dia outlets had already arrived at the show on ti.

Together with the dia were celebrities and socialites.

The scene was filled with riches and glitz, overwhelming to the senses.

Sumr Monroe was already seated, along with Franklin Ford, in the front row at the best spot to watch the show.

The flashlights from caras almost blinded the eyes.

Sumr was long past the panic and unease she felt an hour ago. Now, she leisurely glanced at Franklin and sneered.

"Second brother, can your project leader still make it?"

Upon hearing this, Franklin stared straight ahead, silent and indifferent.

Sumr looked straight ahead and continued her cutting remarks, "I just found out that it was you who contacted big sister, wasn’t it? Otherwise, with her personality, she wouldn’t have cared about any gossip. Even if she did, she wouldn’t have decided to co back so quickly."

With a soft laugh, Franklin finally spoke, "Perhaps."

"You sched hard, just for the position of executive director, right?"

Sumr snorted disdainfully, "But you’ll be disappointed, second brother. Whether today’s show can proceed smoothly is still uncertain. Even if big sister cos back, I have ways to deal with her."

"Sister-in-law is very confident indeed."

Franklin smiled serenely, "But sister is mistaken. I didn’t actively contact her. It was she who asked about your affairs with Soren. I could only be honest with her."

Instantly, Sumr was stunned.

Franklin then turned his eyes to her, smiling cryptically.

"Sister-in-law... oh no, Director Monroe, you wouldn’t think that everything is under your control, would you? Or do you think so people will let you off easily?"

The words struck her ears sharply, and Sumr’s pupils trembled slightly.

She saw Franklin shift his gaze towards the audience seating across from them.

Following Franklin’s gaze, Sumr suddenly collided with a cold stare.

Through the field of fa and fortune, Sumr’s blood gradually went cold inch by inch.

Jas Grant was sitting directly opposite them, his handso and indifferent face like a deity, with a faint hint of judgnt in his eyes.

At the sa ti, the lights on stage dimd, focusing on the center of the runway.

This haute couture show was nad "Dawn Dream," nad by Evelyn Clayton, with Chinese style elents as the the. Even the on-site color sche was ticulously designed—soft and dignified, without decorative embellishnts. The vast blank spaces fit the the, offering endless imagination to the audience.

The pillars beside the runway were colored the bright red of vermilion, adorned with intricate paintings of elegant ladies.

Outside the pillars, bamboo branches ford the frawork with light gauze draping over them, casting an enigmatic veil over the beauty’s face, transforming the sumptuous into the ethereal.

Below the stage, Jas Grant, in a black bespoke suit, exuded unparalleled nobility and handsoness.

He watched the elegant flow on stage quietly, inexplicably reminded of Evelyn Clayton’s face.

"I have nothing to do with him anymore."

The words from yesterday echoed in his ears, and a dense pain surged in Jas Grant’s heart.

The sound of the zither and flute filled the ears, and the spotlight changed once more, gradually converging on the center of the runway.

Models walked step by step onto the U-shaped runway, stepping along the center line. The spotlight poured down, following, revealing the details of their attire to everyone.

Sumr went from calmness to restlessness.

Iris Lockwood appeared last, wearing a long gown that cinched at the waist and wrapped around her figure. The base color was moon white, and the patterns were the sky blue of porcelain, accentuating her delicate and intricate form. The combination of Chinese style and Western flair embodied the restrained elegance of Eastern lady paintings and the rich vividness of Western styles.

She wore no accessories, except for a moon-white gauze hat covering half of her face, exposing a visage seemingly untouched by makeup, making it impossible for the audience below to look away.

Iris Lockwood turned and walked back, and the mont her elegant silhouette disappeared, the lights in the venue suddenly brightened, like a splendid dream burst apart.

A graceful figure slowly ascended the runway, and Sumr was stupefied, her eyes almost tearing.

Was that... Evelyn Clayton?!