Begging For A Reconciliation

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Leah wiped the water off her hands and asked carefully, “Who?”

“He’s the father to that brat. He’s a good-looking fellow too, remember? I have no idea

why he’s standing outside the bathroom. It’s pretty weird.” Serena pouted.

Leah stopped wiping her hands. Her expression suddenly changed.

She thought of Han at that instant. Why did he rush to the bathroom?

Leah did not want to know as she had already cut ties with him.

“Why do you look so pale, Cindy?” Serena glanced at Leah.

Leah shook her head. “It’s nothing. My stomach hurts. I’m heading back.”

“Hey, you haven’t even had dinner yet.” Serena stopped her.

However, Leah had already left without turning back. Her sapphire blue dress danced in

the wind.

Leah headed to an isolated area because she was afraid of bumping into Han again.

However, a person was standing in front of her.

The figure was tall and was wearing a perfectly tailored suit.

The moon was already hanging in the sky. Moreover, the street lights were dim, so it was

difficult for Leah to see who was standing in front of her.

For some reason, Leah’s heart skipped a beat, and she became uncontrollably nervous.

She gripped her dress tightly, hesitating whether to move forward.

The figure in front of her stood motionless and seemed to be waiting for someone.

That was her only way out, as she could not find another way to get around him.

Leah took a deep breath and raised her foot when someone patted her shoulder.

She shuddered as if she was waking up from a dream. Then, she turned around and was

greeted by Ian’s gentle smile.

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“It is you! I saw you heading here from a distance, and I thought I was mistaken.” Ian said

with a smile.

Leah replied, “Oh, what brings you here?”

Ian gently stroked Leah’s hair and continued, “Many fashion industries in Linkville are

participating in fashion week and I happened to be involved as well. I came here to greet

the organizer, I’m just about to leave.”

Leah answered half-heartedly, “Oh, alright then.”

Ian glanced behind her and walked closer. His tone and actions became more gentle.

“What about you?”

Leah was not paying attention. She replied, “I’m here to accompany Serene. I’m about to

leave too.”

Ian took her hand. “I’ll send you back then.”

The interaction between them grabbed Han’s attention.

He glanced at them casually and saw the both of them being intimate with each other. He

sneered in disdain.

The young couple gave each other a kiss.

“Han.” Molly approached him with Charlotte in her arms. “Let’s go.”

Han left along with the both of them.

As soon as Leah was done talking to Ian, Han had already left the place.

She heaved a sigh of relief subconsciously.

…

Fashion Week started on the fifth day of Leah’s return. It was held every three years in

Pasteria and was contracted by the most prosperous city. Linkville had been contracted

five times.

Fashion Week lasted for three days, displaying elegantly designed clothes from all around

the world and good-looking models competing for the top.

Moreover, jewelry designers were also invited to this event.

They arrived at the convention center at seven in the morning and the staff escorted them

backstage.

No one had any information about the jewelry designers who attended this event except

for the organizers. This was to ensure the confidentiality and fairness of Fashion Week.

In that case, the staff did not know who Leah and Serena were.

He treated all of them equally and explained the rules. “We invited twelve jewelry

designers this time. Each of you is responsible for styling 15 models. Don’t worry, Fashion

Week will only last for three days. So, each of you only needs to style five models per

day.”

The staff was incredibly respectful toward the designers.

Serena raised her eyebrows as she heard those words. “So, we’ll also be responsible for

the overall score, right?”

“The organizers wouldn’t let us disclose this information, but jewelry will also be

considered as a matching factor.”

Serena understood the explanation.

After all, jewelry was considered a fashion accessory, hence it was no surprise that it

would affect the overall score.

Leah and Serena entered the dressing room after the staff left.

The dressing room was filled with people at the moment. They could see international

models and famous designers at first glance.

Leah did not have a reputation as she never revealed her face.

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Leah looked at the information given to her and was assigned to style five models. Three

models were from Pasteria, one from Melville, and another from Ankerville.

She noticed that the five of them were together, and walked toward them.

All of them were doing their makeup. The show would start at ten o’clock and they had

plenty of time.

“Hello, I’m your jewelry stylist.” Leah walked over and greeted them.

Four of the models responded in unison.

The model in a yellow dress stopped doing her eyelashes and glanced at Leah, then

pouted.

“Who are you? I’ve never seen you before. Why did the organizer make you our jewelry

stylist? Do they look down on me?” The girl said sarcastically.

Leah looked at her arrogant expression and felt that the situation was somehow familiar.

However, she could not remember whether she had been in that situation before.

“Don’t say that, Becky. The jewelry stylists must be skilled if they were invited by the

organizers.” The girl from Melville tugged on her.

Becky rolled her eyes. “I already requested Cindy to be my jewelry stylist. I wouldn’t mind

if it was Serena too. They totally didn’t take me seriously at all. I’ll tell my cousin about

this when I get back. They’ll be in trouble.”

“They’re all the same.”

“How is it the same? I wanna be the champion. If this lady ruins my overall score, wouldn’t

I need to wait for three more years?”

Leah’s heart was ignited with rage upon hearing her rude remarks.

She sat down beside her with a blank expression. “Jewelry is just the icing on the cake. If

you can’t style them yourself, then Cindy wouldn’t be able to help you if she were to

come.”

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