Chapter 140 Black Horse II
The soft click of the door echoed through the early morning silence as Lana stepped out of the house. The sunlight hit her skin, making it glow like gold. She closed her eyes for a second and exhaled slowly.
Today’s the day.
Everything she had worked for—the countless sleepless nights, the harsh diets, the grueling training routines, the rejections, the fake smiles—led to this moment. If there was ever a time to shine, it was now. She had to give it her all. She had to be seen. Not just as a pretty face—but as someone undeniable.
And she looked like it too.
Lana was the very definition of perfect beauty. She wore a striking cream-white crop blazer over a sleek, black high-slit pencil skirt that hugged her curvy figure with sinful precision. Her long legs were dressed in sheer nude tights, and a pair of red-bottom heels clicked elegantly against the pavement with every step she took. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her back in soft waves, accentuating her high cheekbones and flawless skin. Her makeup was expertly done—subtle yet captivating—highlighting her lush lips and mesmerizing green eyes.
A true runway goddess, even without the spotlight.
She walked out to the roadside, carefully avoiding the small puddle near the curb. Her phone buzzed in her hand, but she ignored it. Her mind was focused—narrowed to a singular goal.
She raised her hand, signaling for an approaching cab.
But it zipped right past her without even slowing down.
Lana’s brows knit together. She glanced at her watch. Time was already slipping.
Another cab approached, and again she pointed—but the driver ignored her. What the hell? She was beginning to panic.