Chapter 30: I Will Scold Her

Hollie quickly retrieved what Lesly wanted. It was a lighter. Vivian said with vigilance, "Lesly, do you want to burn all my dresses? I won’t let you!" She rushed over and stood in Lesly’s way. "Let me tell you, the president’s wife likes my dress very much. She is watching the runway show now. If you dare to burn them, she will not let you go!" Lesly raised his wrist and looked at her wristwatch. "There are still ten minutes before your dress goes to the stage." Lesly looked up with bright eyes, "Vivian, I’m warning you as the design manager. Don’t hinder my work. If the fashion show is interrupted because of you, will you take the responsibility?" Weiwei blinked her eyes, snorted, and stepped aside. Holding her arms, she stood aside and said, "Well, I’ll watch you here and see how you’ll fix it." Lesly ignited the lighter. She lifted the hem of her dress and began to burn the two intact skirts. On one side, the staff and models could not help but whisper to each other. "What is she doing? Is she giving up?" "I don’t know, maybe she went crazy. She is actually burning the good dresses..." "I think she is crazy. Otherwise, she won’t push down a pregnant woman." "Are you talking about the one on trending? I have read it. I didn’t expect that Ms. Atkins would be so vicious." The sounds of discussion surrounded Lesly, but she pretended not to hear them. She focused on burning the dress. Vivian watched coldly and took out her mobile phone. She secretly took a picture and sent it to the chairman’s wife. "Ma’am, I don’t know why but this Ms. Atkins suddenly burned the dress that I designed. I’m afraid this fashion show has been ruined." Below the stage, in the audience area. When the president’s wife received this message, her face suddenly darkened. "What’s going on?" Vivian immediately added fuel to the fire and talked about Lesly’s crime. In Vivian’s description, Lesly, who had climbed up the ranks in an unknown way was a sinister woman. Not only did she not go to work on time, but she also hooked up with some high-level directors of the company. She was a vixen who relied on her body. Moreover, she deliberately pushed pregnant women down. She was sinister, malicious, and very hateful. The more the president’s wife heard, the darker her face became. She left the guest area, went to the corridor outside, and called her husband. "What’s the matter with that Lesly Atkins?" She scolded, "Is she related to you, so you made an exception to let her join our company?" On the other side of the phone, the president’s voice was steady and calm. He said, "She was the one who Harry introduced. I have no improper relationship with her. What’s wrong?" The president’s wife snorted and said unhappily, "She ruined our autumn runway show. Do you know how much loss this will bring to our company? Why would you bring such a dirty woman into the company? I am going to scold that woman now." The president said hurriedly, "Calm down. She is..." "Beep beep— " She hung up the phone and returned to the show. She was furious. At that moment, in the show, the guests and reporters suddenly cheered, and the camera lights kept flashing, as if something amazing had appeared. Curious, she looked forward. A model wearing the new dress began to walk on the catwalk. The white hemline of the dress was scattered with irregular but beautiful burnt marks. These marks should have been flaws, created a strange beauty. "The name of this suit is the Burning Starry Sky," the host said timely. "Burning Starry Sky? What a wonderful theme." "Yes, it’s really ingenious to think of such a thing. Who is the designer?" "It seems to be Vivian, right? I think it’s written in the brochure. The designer is Vivian." "I’ll interview her later. She’s so creative." "It’s not Vivian." The president’s wife walked over, stared at the stage, and whispered, "It’s Lesly Atkins."