Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 131: Chapter 131
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Just as Georgia was frantically searching for her center-stage model, NewHeart Studio's collection had already begun its runway debut.
Thankfully, the center-stage model was set to appear later. On the runway, models adorned in Georgia's handcrafted wedding gowns were already gliding gracefully to the gentle music, unfolding a breathtaking visual spectacle.
When NewHeart Studio's collection was flawlessly showcased by the models under the spotlights, it instantly stunned the entire elite audience in the hall.
A member of the audience gasped, "Oh my God! This wedding dress collection is absolutely enchanting—straight out of a fairy tale!"
One audience member exclaimed, "It completely outshines all previous works—absolutely out of this world!"
"Who would've thought Georgia could design such perfect wedding gowns? But how come in the bridal fashion world, we've only ever heard of Cora's name, and never hers?"
The moment NewHeart Studio's wedding gowns hit the runway, the Kirkland and Murray families' snobbish attitudes were instantly shattered—their jaws practically hit the floor.
Aaron, who had been brimming with confidence just moments ago, had always believed Cora was the most outstanding designer. But after seeing Georgia's wedding gowns today, he realized that, compared to Georgia's work, Cora's designs looked utterly amateurish—like a child's scribbles next to a masterpiece.
Aaron shot Cora an icy glare—that single look sent chills down her spine.
The only reason she managed to stand out among Journ City's elite young ladies was because she had Georgia's guidance and the mighty Kirkland family as her backing. Now that she'd had a falling-out with Georgia, there was no way she'd ever help her again. If even the Kirkland family collapsed, she'd be reduced to her former insignificance. She couldn't bear the thought of cowering again, always looking up to Gemma and Georgia.
Gemma's eyes burned with barely contained jealousy. Though she knew nothing about wedding gowns, even she could see how Georgia's designs completely outshone Cora's in sheer visual impact.
Even the usually stoic Louis couldn't hide his astonishment—he had to admit, Georgia's designs were refreshingly avant-garde.
At this moment, no one was more exhilarated than Vance. Watching the breathtaking wedding gowns grace the runway, he felt the long-lost pride of his days as CEO of the Murray Group surging back within him.
Who would've thought my daughter Georgia would inherit every ounce of Elena's talent for bridal design!
Back then, Elena was hopeless at almost everything in life—except for two things: making excellent medicinal congee and, most notably, her outstanding talent for fashion design. It was precisely this talent that inspired Vance to found the Murray Group clothing enterprise.
Vance remembered how Georgia had begged him again and again to quit his janitor job at the Murray Group and join her studio—but he always refused. If it hadn't been for that day's utter humiliation at the company, he probably wouldn't have left.
Now he realized just how terribly wrong he had been.
Years of being ground down by the Murray Group had stripped Vance of all self-respect. He was left with nothing but crippling self-doubt—he couldn't even trust his own daughter anymore.
Seeing how outstanding his daughter had become, Vance let out a long sigh of relief. 'She's truly grown up now—no longer needs my constant worrying!' he thought, a deep sense of pride and resolve welling up inside him.
As Vance watched the models showcase his daughter's wedding gowns on the runway, tears welled up in his eyes.
Victor and his wife were seething with hatred, their minds screaming one thought, 'We must never allow that bastard Vance to rise from the ashes again!'
Victor gazed at his daughter, Cora. At this moment, she was his last and only hope.
Cora's eyes burned with barely contained fury. 'Why, after all my efforts, do I still pale in comparison to Georgia?' she seethed.
'Absolutely not! I'll never let Georgia rise to fame in the bridal fashion world. Over my dead body!' Cora seethed inwardly.
Thankfully, the center-stage model was set to appear later. On the runway, models adorned in Georgia's handcrafted wedding gowns were already gliding gracefully to the gentle music, unfolding a breathtaking visual spectacle.
When NewHeart Studio's collection was flawlessly showcased by the models under the spotlights, it instantly stunned the entire elite audience in the hall.
A member of the audience gasped, "Oh my God! This wedding dress collection is absolutely enchanting—straight out of a fairy tale!"
One audience member exclaimed, "It completely outshines all previous works—absolutely out of this world!"
"Who would've thought Georgia could design such perfect wedding gowns? But how come in the bridal fashion world, we've only ever heard of Cora's name, and never hers?"
The moment NewHeart Studio's wedding gowns hit the runway, the Kirkland and Murray families' snobbish attitudes were instantly shattered—their jaws practically hit the floor.
Aaron, who had been brimming with confidence just moments ago, had always believed Cora was the most outstanding designer. But after seeing Georgia's wedding gowns today, he realized that, compared to Georgia's work, Cora's designs looked utterly amateurish—like a child's scribbles next to a masterpiece.
Aaron shot Cora an icy glare—that single look sent chills down her spine.
The only reason she managed to stand out among Journ City's elite young ladies was because she had Georgia's guidance and the mighty Kirkland family as her backing. Now that she'd had a falling-out with Georgia, there was no way she'd ever help her again. If even the Kirkland family collapsed, she'd be reduced to her former insignificance. She couldn't bear the thought of cowering again, always looking up to Gemma and Georgia.
Gemma's eyes burned with barely contained jealousy. Though she knew nothing about wedding gowns, even she could see how Georgia's designs completely outshone Cora's in sheer visual impact.
Even the usually stoic Louis couldn't hide his astonishment—he had to admit, Georgia's designs were refreshingly avant-garde.
At this moment, no one was more exhilarated than Vance. Watching the breathtaking wedding gowns grace the runway, he felt the long-lost pride of his days as CEO of the Murray Group surging back within him.
Who would've thought my daughter Georgia would inherit every ounce of Elena's talent for bridal design!
Back then, Elena was hopeless at almost everything in life—except for two things: making excellent medicinal congee and, most notably, her outstanding talent for fashion design. It was precisely this talent that inspired Vance to found the Murray Group clothing enterprise.
Vance remembered how Georgia had begged him again and again to quit his janitor job at the Murray Group and join her studio—but he always refused. If it hadn't been for that day's utter humiliation at the company, he probably wouldn't have left.
Now he realized just how terribly wrong he had been.
Years of being ground down by the Murray Group had stripped Vance of all self-respect. He was left with nothing but crippling self-doubt—he couldn't even trust his own daughter anymore.
Seeing how outstanding his daughter had become, Vance let out a long sigh of relief. 'She's truly grown up now—no longer needs my constant worrying!' he thought, a deep sense of pride and resolve welling up inside him.
As Vance watched the models showcase his daughter's wedding gowns on the runway, tears welled up in his eyes.
Victor and his wife were seething with hatred, their minds screaming one thought, 'We must never allow that bastard Vance to rise from the ashes again!'
Victor gazed at his daughter, Cora. At this moment, she was his last and only hope.
Cora's eyes burned with barely contained fury. 'Why, after all my efforts, do I still pale in comparison to Georgia?' she seethed.
'Absolutely not! I'll never let Georgia rise to fame in the bridal fashion world. Over my dead body!' Cora seethed inwardly.
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