My Beautiful Love

Everyone exclaimed in shock. Mo Zilian stole Wan Jia's drafts and gave them to Su Ling?Then Su Ling pretended to be a designer? No wonder she flopped even with such a good foundation.

Someone exclaimed "No wonder goddess Wan's dresses are as beautiful as her."

The organizer continued. "Just so you know, the Golden Rookie Designer Awards provides the chance for each studio to nominate two people. Most of them end up with one just because they chose to or the second doesn't qualify.

However, you have all heard that the Vice President of Mondial Studios pulled strings to have her friend nominated." The man sounded extremely angry.

"The two of them even went so far as to interrupt the event we worked so hard to organize.

Therefore, from tonight henceforth, Mondial Studios has been blacklisted from The Golden Designer Awards and all events in collaboration with the Golden Designer Awards.

Anyone who collaborates with them in future shall also be treated as the friend of an enemy. This is to warn everyone else who has intentions who sabotage our participants in future and ruin our reputation."

This was even fiercer than expected. They only expected Mondial Studios to be disqualified but who would have thought that not only would they directly push Mo Zilian to her path of destruction, they would also blacklist them and all their future allies?

Mo Zilian, who was crying in a corner somewhere, knew that only Lu Aotian was capable of making them do such a thing.

The man took out his phone and made a call.

"President Lu, I've handled the matter. Are you satisfied?" He was grinning from ear to ear. It was really difficult to get on Lu Aotian's good side. He had tried to butter up to that overlord for years in vain! The fact that he was the chosen one to handle Mondial Studios was already all his good luck from eight lifetimes.

"No." The man's voice was stern.

""Then...what else should I do, President Lu?" He was willing to do anything. If he could get support from Lu Enterprise, his influence would increase by leaps and bounds.

"Forget it."

The man heard a busy tone from the other side. Eh? He hung up? Did this mean he didn't stand a chance? Lu Aotian was known for not having time to chat about things in detail. Probably he was unimpressed and he didn't get to be on his good side after all? But then again Lu Aotian was known to never allow himself to owe people favours. Maybe silence meant they were now aquitances?

Lu Aotian made a phone call right after hanging up.

"Hello Brother!" Lu Shaoting greeted in a sleepy voice.

"Give Mondial Studios my 'special greetings' before the sun rises." he said and hung up to resume driving. He was going to pick up his wife.

As for the blacklisted studio, he had wanted to keep his distance from them but by scheming against his precious wife, they successfully ruffled his shoulders.

Outside the Hall, when the event was officially over, Wan Jia's path was blocked by reporters and a hoard of admirers.

"Goddess, please say a few words."

"Goddess, could we please interview you?"

The media was surprisingly very respectful towards her and even looked scared to ask her questions.

"Goddess, are you going to debut in the modelling industry?" one of them shyly asked.

"No, fashion design is my forte. I only walked the runway today because I loved the dress so much that I wanted to be the first to wear it."

"Oh! how beautiful! she loves her own creation so much."

"Goddess, can I have an autograph? Am your greatest fan."

Fan? Wan Jia almost cried. She was not a celebrity!

"Will you be selling the dresses? Can I place an order?"

"Can you specifically design one for me?"

"Goddess, since Mondial Studios has been blacklisted and coincidentally other studios are trying to scout you, which studio will you go to?"

They were asking so many questions that she couldn't keep up.

"About the designs, I'll let everyone know when I decide what to do with them.

As for my next studio, I believe I'll follow what fate has in store for me."

It took a long while before she could finally get away and went to look for Yun Xuan.

Her phone had already run out of battery so she could only guess that she was probably with Ran Ran in the dressing room. She held onto her dress and slowly walked over. She was exhausted. All the screams tonight and countless questions from the media had made her so worn out she was almost dropping. Oh, where was Lu Aotian? She really wanted someone to carry her home, even if that someone had to be a certain hooligan.

Just as she walked along the corridor, she heard questioning voices from the intersection. She stopped moving and listened in.

"Mo Zilian what's wrong with you? I came up with such a solid plan and you still lost?" It was the man from her office the last time, the one who she had called a plaything.

"I tried okay? Who would have told me that Aotian still suported her? Am a victim here too. My father's studio is ruined!"

"Mondial studio shares are plummeting by the second. We'll be bankrupt before morning! Quickly ask your father for a solution. Am not going to lose my job because of you!" The man shouted.

Wan Jia was did not even hear the rest of their conversation. He mind was all foggy. That man's voice....

That was... Alex Baker!