Chapter 287: Chapter 287

"Oh, isn’t this Savannah Lowell?" A third-tier celebrity with a fashion magazine pretended to be surprised when she saw Quinn Lockwood.

The other top or internationally renowned models looked at Quinn with expressions of disdain or contempt.

They all thought Quinn, despite her tarnished reputation, dared to appear at such a major event, truly unafraid of criticism.

"Tsk tsk, you’re so infamous now, yet you still get the chance to attend a fashion show. You must have latched onto someone even more powerful, huh?"

"Didn’t even have time to put on makeup before rushing here. Didn’t you just finish sleeping with someone to get this spot? You’re truly relentless." The woman closed the magazine in her hand, looking at Quinn with contempt as if she were something disgusting.

Quinn raised her chin, her eyes slightly narrowed, looking dangerously at the woman, then said playfully, "Oh, seems like you often rush to events right after sleeping with someone, or how would you know there’s no time to put on makeup?"

"Tsk, your chest is so small. Even if you tried to seduce someone, it wouldn’t be anyone important. No wonder you’re still stuck in the third or fourth tier, probably just played with for free, huh?" Quinn glanced at the woman’s chest, covering her mouth lightly with her hand as she laughed twice, ridiculing her.

"You..." The woman looked down at her chest, seeing others’ gazes on her front, laughing mockingly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Quinn shrugged, gave her a sweet smile, then turned around towards the dressing room.

That little thing dared to mock her, but she didn’t even bring out half of her school debate competition skills.

If she really wanted to retort, she could have made her cry a river by now.

Since many saw that third-tier celebrity suffer a loss at Quinn’s hands, and considering the rumors about Savannah Lowell being arrogant and difficult to deal with, no one bothered her during makeup.

Quinn wore a pure black high-class slit gown, the sheer fabric on her shoulders fluttering like feathers as she moved.

Under the spotlight, her already fair and smooth skin was even more luxurious like silk, her stunning features matched with a Western-style makeup, appearing more deep and pronounced, walking gracefully on stage like an untouchable princess in a castle.

The photographers and lighting crew focused on Quinn for a long time, reluctantly shifting the camera only after the next person was halfway down the runway.

"Bitch." After the first round of the fashion show ended, the female celebrity walking behind Quinn squeezed these words out through gritted teeth.

As internationally renowned model Irene, it was the first time a female celebrity stole the spotlight from her on the runway.

And such a notorious female celebrity at that.

Soon the second round of presentation began, with female stars and models walking from opposite ends of the stage.

When Irene stepped onto the stage, she deliberately stepped ahead of Quinn, sidestepping to her side, seemingly unintentionally stepping on Quinn’s dress.

Feeling her dress tugging, Quinn almost stumbled while walking up the stairs, noticing out of the corner of her eye that someone had stepped on her hem and quickly let go, trying to trip her.

Quinn narrowed her eyes and directly tripped on the woman’s foot, then forcefully hooked her toe on the woman’s leg.

"Ah!" Irene’s entire leg slipped forward, almost sitting on the floor in a half-split position, Quinn even heard her knee hitting the ground.

The audience gasped, the nearby models and female stars watched coldly as she fell.

Quinn felt a bit guilty if she had been too forceful, reaching out a hand to help Irene up, only to have it slapped away as sharp curses erupted beside her.

"Bitch, you actually tripped me, how shameless of you? Let the media see how disgustingly you try to grab attention."

"If you wanted attention, you should have fallen yourself. Only a homewrecker like you would do such disgusting things." Irene stood up from the floor with pain, assisted by several staff members.

Irene’s face alternated between red and white, her gaze at Quinn full of hatred, as if she wanted to devour her.

Damn, this bitch actually dared to trip her in return.

Irene moved forward two steps, pointing at Quinn’s nose, about to curse again when a deep, angry voice echoed in the venue.

"Responsible person, make this woman disappear from the scene immediately." Official source ıs novèlfire.net

"Tell her agency, I don’t want to see her at any public events in the future."

"I want to see who dares to disrespect my daughter, Franklin Lowell’s daughter, so much."

Chairman Lowell stood up with a stern face, giving a soft smile when he met Quinn’s surprised eyes, pulling up Mrs. Lowell, who was also affectionately watching Quinn.

"Dad... Dad? Mom?" Quinn swallowed, almost stumbling off the steps in fear.

Mr. and Mrs. Lowell hurried onto the stage, pulling Quinn to stand at the center of the stage.

"Why aren’t they being taken out right away, and that one, the one in white clothes?" Mr. Lowell pointed at Irene and the small celebrity who had mocked Quinn in the dressing room, speaking impatiently.

Irene and the small celebrity were roughly taken off the premises by security, they didn’t even dare to shout.

The Lowell Family is second only to The Sinclair Family, regarded as one of the two pillars of the business world along with the Lockwood Group.

"Savannah has always been playful. I thought she was young, so I let her freely hide her identity and have fun in the entertainment circle, waiting for her to come back to inherit Cloudfall Group when she’s had enough."

"But I didn’t expect someone would have the guts to verbally insult my precious daughter with such a bad attitude at the NA Fashion Show."

Mr. Lowell pulled Quinn to the middle, holding her hand tightly along with Mrs. Lowell.

Seeing their daughter seemingly shocked silly, Mr. Lowell rarely smiled indulgently, then raised the microphone again.

"Just as well, taking this opportunity today, I hereby announce in front of all the media and domestic and foreign friends, that Savannah Lowell is my daughter, the future heir of Cloudfall Group."

"I never interfere with minor squabbles among the girls, but if anyone dares harm my daughter, not recognizing her for who she is, I, Franklin Lowell, will pursue it to the end."

The powerful and forceful voice echoed in the hall, the other investors and executives couldn’t help but marvel, Chairman Lowell truly still remained as striking and imposing as ever.