Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 138: Chapter 138
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"You're not leaving until your true colors are exposed!" she ordered.
But Georgia just shot Cora a cold, mocking smile, saying,
"You're imagining things."
Just then, the host on stage announced with excitement,
"Ladies and gentlemen, please get ready—the world-renowned bridal designer, Master Wendy, is about to make her entrance! Now, let's give a big round of applause to welcome Master Wendy!"
The moment the host finished speaking, the grand auditorium doors suddenly swung open—yet the entrance remained empty.
Right at that moment, Georgia emerged from one end of the red carpet in a form-fitting aqua-blue evening gown, gliding forward with effortless grace under the stunned gaze of the entire crowd.
The entire crowd was instantly stunned!
"What's going on? Wasn't Wendy supposed to be here? Why is Georgia on stage instead?" some murmured.
"Is Georgia out of her mind?!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"Seriously? How does she have the nerve to get up there? Are the organizers and event staff just going to stand by and let her make a fool of herself? Aren't they afraid of offending Master Wendy?" someone in the crowd whispered.
Hearing the murmurs from the crowd, Cora immediately put on a show of false concern. "Georgia, what are you doing up there? Get down now!"
No one at the venue had expected Georgia to take the stage at that moment—not even the host, who stood frozen in disbelief.
But Georgia ignored the crowd's jeers and astonished stares, walking straight to the center of the runway.
Louis, watching Georgia's confident and mesmerizing presence on stage, snapped out of his daze, his thin lips curling into a faint smile once more.
'This woman never fails to astonish and delight me, time after time,' he thought.
Georgia, standing tall at the center of the runway, surveyed the stunned faces in the crowd.
With a confident smile, she declared, "Hello, everyone, I am Wendy Carey!"
As these words left her lips, the audience was taken aback.
"Shush!" A collective gasp rippled through the hall.
"What?"
"Did I hear that right? Did she just say she's Wendy Carey?"
"No, you didn't mishear. Even I can hardly believe it myself..."
"Georgia is Wendy? No way!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"A flying cow? Holy cow! That's next level!"
"Y-you're saying... You're Master Wendy?" the host stammered.
For the very first time in his hosting career, he stuttered on stage.
"Yes—I am Wendy!" Georgia answered firmly.
As she reaffirmed her identity, the Kirkland and Murray families turned deathly pale. Cora staggered—she would have collapsed right then if her assistant hadn't caught her from behind.
Gemma, whose eyes had sparkled with smug triumph just moments before, now burned with seething jealousy. She stared unblinking at the dazzling Georgia on stage, her glare so sharp it was as if she wanted to bore holes right through her.
Knowing some would doubt her, Georgia turned around and gave two crisp claps. Instantly, the large screen behind her illuminated.
The video showed her from three years ago, her face still carrying a touch of youthful innocence, alongside her late mother, Elena, who watched her with tender adoration as she worked on the wedding dress.
"What kind of girl makes her wedding dress? Are you that worried no one will marry you?" Elena gently teased in the video.
Georgia replied with a bashful yet confident smile,
"Mom, what do you know?" she teased.
"The wedding dress I designed is called 'Enamored.' It stands for how I fell for Louis at first sight. He's the only one I'll ever marry, and when the day comes, I'll walk down the aisle in this very dress, right by his side into our sacred wedding ceremony..." she continued.
"With your daughter's talent and looks, how could Louis not fall for me? I'm completely confident!" she added.
"Oh, you... I just don't know what to do with you! Who on earth did you get that stubborn streak from?" Elena said dotingly.
The video was brief, but the wedding dress in it was unmistakably Wendy's iconic masterpiece, "Enamored."
But Georgia just shot Cora a cold, mocking smile, saying,
"You're imagining things."
Just then, the host on stage announced with excitement,
"Ladies and gentlemen, please get ready—the world-renowned bridal designer, Master Wendy, is about to make her entrance! Now, let's give a big round of applause to welcome Master Wendy!"
The moment the host finished speaking, the grand auditorium doors suddenly swung open—yet the entrance remained empty.
Right at that moment, Georgia emerged from one end of the red carpet in a form-fitting aqua-blue evening gown, gliding forward with effortless grace under the stunned gaze of the entire crowd.
The entire crowd was instantly stunned!
"What's going on? Wasn't Wendy supposed to be here? Why is Georgia on stage instead?" some murmured.
"Is Georgia out of her mind?!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"Seriously? How does she have the nerve to get up there? Are the organizers and event staff just going to stand by and let her make a fool of herself? Aren't they afraid of offending Master Wendy?" someone in the crowd whispered.
Hearing the murmurs from the crowd, Cora immediately put on a show of false concern. "Georgia, what are you doing up there? Get down now!"
No one at the venue had expected Georgia to take the stage at that moment—not even the host, who stood frozen in disbelief.
But Georgia ignored the crowd's jeers and astonished stares, walking straight to the center of the runway.
Louis, watching Georgia's confident and mesmerizing presence on stage, snapped out of his daze, his thin lips curling into a faint smile once more.
'This woman never fails to astonish and delight me, time after time,' he thought.
Georgia, standing tall at the center of the runway, surveyed the stunned faces in the crowd.
With a confident smile, she declared, "Hello, everyone, I am Wendy Carey!"
As these words left her lips, the audience was taken aback.
"Shush!" A collective gasp rippled through the hall.
"What?"
"Did I hear that right? Did she just say she's Wendy Carey?"
"No, you didn't mishear. Even I can hardly believe it myself..."
"Georgia is Wendy? No way!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"A flying cow? Holy cow! That's next level!"
"Y-you're saying... You're Master Wendy?" the host stammered.
For the very first time in his hosting career, he stuttered on stage.
"Yes—I am Wendy!" Georgia answered firmly.
As she reaffirmed her identity, the Kirkland and Murray families turned deathly pale. Cora staggered—she would have collapsed right then if her assistant hadn't caught her from behind.
Gemma, whose eyes had sparkled with smug triumph just moments before, now burned with seething jealousy. She stared unblinking at the dazzling Georgia on stage, her glare so sharp it was as if she wanted to bore holes right through her.
Knowing some would doubt her, Georgia turned around and gave two crisp claps. Instantly, the large screen behind her illuminated.
The video showed her from three years ago, her face still carrying a touch of youthful innocence, alongside her late mother, Elena, who watched her with tender adoration as she worked on the wedding dress.
"What kind of girl makes her wedding dress? Are you that worried no one will marry you?" Elena gently teased in the video.
Georgia replied with a bashful yet confident smile,
"Mom, what do you know?" she teased.
"The wedding dress I designed is called 'Enamored.' It stands for how I fell for Louis at first sight. He's the only one I'll ever marry, and when the day comes, I'll walk down the aisle in this very dress, right by his side into our sacred wedding ceremony..." she continued.
"With your daughter's talent and looks, how could Louis not fall for me? I'm completely confident!" she added.
"Oh, you... I just don't know what to do with you! Who on earth did you get that stubborn streak from?" Elena said dotingly.
The video was brief, but the wedding dress in it was unmistakably Wendy's iconic masterpiece, "Enamored."
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