The Reborn Aristocrat’s Daughter

"I want this piece, that one, and that one too," a voice filled with arrogance rang out, disrupting Situ Xin’s focus as she was fully engaged in discerning the unique aura of each model. With a frown, Situ Xin turned toward the source of the voice and immediately saw the model with the unpleasant attitude from before. The model, having assumed that Situ Xin was a timid and easy-to-bully designer after her apology, was set in her opinion despite actually being impressed by the clothing designs. Yet, in her heart, she looked down on Situ Xin.

Before Situ Xin could reply, Lu Juan could not hold back. In the domestic scene, anyone who dared to speak to Situ Xin with such disrespect would have been dealt with by the men of the Situ Family and the Loo Family, unable to mix within the Capital City. "What kind of attitude is that? Do you think this is a place where you can have whatever you want just because you want it? Everything here is decided by the designer."

In recent years, Lu Juan hadn’t been mingling in the commercial world for nothing. She carried the aura of a powerful businesswoman, and being the eldest daughter of the Lu Family, she naturally had a different kind of demeanor. Get full chapters from novęlfire.net

Indeed, when Lu Juan stood up to scold her, the model was somewhat intimidated by Lu Juan’s imposing presence. However, remembering the influential figure supporting her, she puffed out her chest again, "So what if this is backstage at a fashion show? I’ll have what I want. These clothes, I’ve decided to wear them. If you disagree, just wait and see if your fashion show can even go on," she said brazenly.

"Oh? Is that so? It seems you’re quite confident about the support you’ve got there. If you don’t mind, why don’t you tell me who’s got your back? Maybe once I hear it, I’ll actually get scared and listen to you, and let you wear these clothes," Situ Xin said, her expression unchanged, even smiling. Those who knew her understood that angering Situ Xin was a sure path to misfortune—the greater her inner fire, the brighter her deceptive smile.

"Fine, I’ll tell you. My backer is none other than the current CEO of the Brown Group, Brown Kress." The model uttered Brown’s name with triumph, glancing at Situ Xin and Lu Juan with a superior look and sweeping her gaze over the others with a sense of superiority, becoming more smug at everyone’s wary expressions.

"Oh? The CEO of the Brown Group? That’s a substantial backer indeed. But, just out of curiosity, what exactly is your relationship with this CEO of the Brown Group?" Situ Xin hadn’t expected that the model’s backer would be Brown Kress. When she heard his name, she couldn’t help but think, wasn’t this the epitome of ’enemies often cross each other’s paths’? She hadn’t yet vented her anger from the night before, and now someone was throwing Brown’s name into the mix.

And Situ Xin asked this, because the model didn’t appear to be any relative of Brown Kress.

"Why do you need to know that? Just be aware that if you mess with me, it’s as good as messing with the CEO of the Brown Group," the model said, reaching out to take the clothes from the rack.

However, before her hand could touch the garments, Situ Xin, who had flashed suddenly to the model’s side, stopped her. "Miss, I advise you not to touch them. Trust me, the consequences aren’t something you can handle."