Chapter 218
A Crazy Night Novel
Chapter 218 My Daughter In Law Designs This Thus, the matter was deemed resolved.
Julia then turned her attention to Christina. âAre you hurt, Christina?â
Instinctively, Christina hid her wrist behind her back and gave an easy smile. âIâm fine.â
However, her subtle gesture did not escape Julia and her hawklike eyes. She strode over. âLet me see,â she said, her voice ringing with authority.
Forced to oblige, Christina held her wrist out. Her skin bore scratches caused by the bramble, and her white sweater, torn by the branches, was stained red from blood.
Poor girl! Her fair, unblemished skin is all scratched!
Julia grimaced with pity. âWhy didnât you say something, child? Come inside with me at once,â
While they were running earlier, Christina had been shielding her from the whipping barrage of branches, which was how she had emerged unscathed.
Charlie, too, grew worried after taking a glimpse of the scratches on Christinaâs arms. As the three of them. turned to enter the house, the trio did not pay Moira, who was frozen to the spot, any attention.
Her scheme to paint Christina as a curse failed. The indignity of the failed scheme rose up within Moira.
Despite having promised to stay for dinner, she had lost her appetite.
Hence, she departed after giving them an excuse that she would visit another day.
Raymond summoned the doctor, who quickly dressed Christinaâs wounds and reported that they were not very deep and would most likely not leave scars, but she was not allowed to let them come in contact with Water.
Julia felt a surge of gratitude. âDoes it hurt? You shouldnât have done that. At this age, Iâm used to getting battered. Your skin, however, is so delicate.â
Christina was flabbergasted upon hearing those words.
How is it possible for such thoughtful words to part from Mrs. Hadleyâs mouth? She even once mentioned that I am rough and uncouth. Now she feels bad for me?
Christina felt a warm, fuzzy feeling well up within her. âIâm fine. Itâs all right as long as it doesnât affect my work.â
Good thing it was my arms and not my wrists that were hurt. Injuries on my arms wonât affect the work that I do daily.
Unable to argue with her, Julia sighed. âYou silly girl...â
Christina intended to go to work, but Julia stood firmly against that idea. Instead, she forced the former to stay for dinner, then had her chauffeur send her home to Scenic Garden Manor.
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Radiant Corporation had a slew of activities lined up for its anniversary; so the employees found 1/8 themselves swamped.
Soon, the day of the gown exhibition arrived.
The highlight of the show was Shelleyâs new designs. Once it gained recognition, it would secure her place within the company.
Many wives of rich men received an invitation to the exhibition. All of them were Radiant Corporationâs VIP clients while the rest were women with higher social status too.
When it was time, the venue was packed.
With its recent releases, those wealthy women regarded Radiant Corporation as the voice of authority in the fashion industry.
That was why the gown exhibition that night was a highly anticipated affair.
Standing in the corner, Christina, Gina, and their colleagues were gazing ahead of them with rapt attention.
Cued by the music, the models emerged from backstage.
The first few gowns looked rather plain to the discerning eyes but the subsequent exhibits mesmerized the crowd from the moment of their appearance.
They were a series of black gowns adorned with jasmine flowers at the front, succinctly encapsulating the beauty of Oriental culture.
The audience below began to chatter.
âWhat a lovely design!â âI want that!â
âI love them too. Call the company to reserve one before they get sold out.â
âRadiant Corporationâs new designs never disappoint!â
All five of the jasmineâthemed designs were well received.
After the show, Shelley went on stage for the final curtain call and basked in the applause.
She reveled in the crowdâs adoration. Her smile was as beautiful as her designs.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the audience and fixed her with a severe glare. âI have a question. Are the black gowns shown tonight a design of Ms. Adaâs?â
Shelley was brimming with confidence. Another fan?
With a smile, she answered, âIndeed. Please contact the staff if you wish to make a reservation.â
My designs are going to sell like hot cakes!
As soon as Shelleyâs response came, Julia sneered. âI do want to contact the staff, but not to reserve a dress -Iâm going to sue you.â
-At once, every head in the crowd turned at the proclamation.
2/3 Under the stage lights, Juliaâs silhouette looked just as slender as the modelsâ. Maintaining her determined gaze, she went up the stage. Then, she undid her cloak and exposed the exquisite black gown underneath.
The crowd was stupefied.
How is Mrs. Hadley wearing the same gown as the one exhibited on the stage?
However, Juliaâs had more intricate workmanship. The embroidered jasmine upon it seemed alive, looking as though it was about to bloom at any moment.
There was also a faint, sweet scent in the air that seemed to emanate from the gown.
Given this juxtaposition, itâs obvious that Mrs. Hadleyâs gown is the real deal. Does that mean the ones that were just shown were fakes? That makes no sense. Arenât the dresses on the show new designs? Could it be a coincidence?
Gaping at the gown on Julia, Shelley looked as if she had been struck by lightning.
Adaâs design had already been in production when she had gotten her hands on the draft. Despite her reservations, she realized she didnât have to fear even if the original turned up because Adaâs design had been sold to only one individual.
Now that theyâre side by side, however, the differences are worlds apart.
Though it was of the same design, the effects produced by the finished products were vastly different.
Faced with the crowdâs suspicious stares, Shelley clenched her fists, and dared not speak.
I cannot admit it, or my career as a designer will be over.
Instead, she smiled. âSimilarity in designs is a very common occurrence within the industry. There are many elements to jasmine flowers as a theme after all. You canât accuse me of being a copycat over a coincidencelâ
âAccuse you? Hah!â
Juliaâs scoff sounded capable of turning the entire venue into ice.
âThe piece Iâm wearing is custom designed for me by Ada, whose expertise I have sought with a handsome reward. She has blended her design very creatively with my favorite flower, jasmine. Furthermore, much thought and effort have gone into the production to achieve such a perfect result. As a copycat, you have not only taken it as your own, but youâre also challenging me of accusing you?â
Unable to utter a word in her defense, Shelley could not rebut. Her pallor became increasingly worse.
The wealthy women in the crowd recognized Julia in an instant. Given her status and influence, most were more inclined to believe her.
With that, they threw accusatory stares at Shelley.
Julia sneered, âThe actual designer of this gown is my daughterâinâlaw, Christina Steeleâthe legendary genius designer, Ada!â