Christopher felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and said, "Even if you glare at me, Dad, I'll still tell my sister."
Regardless, he decided to go all out to get his dad to interact with Mommy!
Dominic thought of his daughter's big watery eyes and gritted his teeth.
This brat seemed to be really itching for trouble. Indeed, daughters were better. Daughters were Daddy's little cotton jackets.
Dominic took a deep breath and raised his hand amid Bianca's shocked gaze.
Hearing the conversation, Sisca's eyeballs were about to fall out.
At the same time, she had another question in her mind: who was the sister Christopher mentioned?
Sisca didn't know at this moment that her question wouldn't remain unanswered for long; someone would soon provide an answer.
On stage, Jessie looked at the many raised hands below, momentarily unsure whom to choose.
Especially when she saw Dominic, with a dark face, raising his hand, she felt like she couldn't make this decision.
Privately, she naturally wanted to invite Dominic to the stage.
Having Dominic, the CEO of Carter Group, as a model on stage would create an instant sensation.
However, she also had to consider Alessia's feelings. In such a public setting, would Alessia be willing to share the stage with Dominic?
Thinking about this, Jessie spoke up, "Hehe, it seems everyone is very enthusiastic, but who will be the model still needs the approval of our designer. Let's hand this choice over to our designer once again."
With that, Jessie handed the microphone to Alessia.
Alessia's gaze swept over the raised hands below the stage, and when her eyes fell on Dominic, they paused slightly.
The handsome man with his facial features tightly clenched, looking as if he was being coerced, somehow brought a sense of relief to her when she saw him.
In this world, there was actually someone who could coerce Dominic.
She smirked slightly.
When Dominic noticed Alessia's gaze on him, his brows furrowed even tighter.
He was damn nervous, hoping this woman, Alessia, wouldn't choose him.
Dominic felt like he had never been so embarrassed before. He even had the urge to grab Christopher and give him a good scolding.
Regardless of whether this little brat had autism or not, he shouldn't be tricking his dad like this.
Dominic glared fiercely at Alessia, but she just pursed her lips, averted her gaze, and then pointed to someone else.
Under the spotlight, she slightly opened her vermilion lips and uttered two words, "Him, then!"
As Alessia spoke, a man in a flashy silver suit stood up. It was none other than Alessia's little brother before she lost her memory-Dylan .
Seeing that the chosen person was Dylan, Jessie was momentarily stunned but then accepted it calmly.
She knew Dylan, the hottest star recently. While having him on stage wouldn't have as big of an impact as Dominic, it was still good.
"Okay, let's give a warm round of applause and welcome our Mr. Dylan Frost to the stage."
Dylan rushed onto the stage almost at a run. He stood excitedly in front of Alessia. "Sis!"
Alessia nodded, picking up the selected fabric and gestured on Dylan's body. "Stand still!"
"Oh, okay!" Dylan immediately stood up straight. While doing so, he didn't forget to talk to Alessia, "Sis, even if you were Al, I wouldn't be surprised. In my heart, you've always been the best."
"Oh," Alessia responded perfunctorily.
"Really." Dylan's gaze remained on Alessia, his words flowing endlessly as if he couldn't stop, "Sis, I've been so busy these days, I've been wanting to have a meal with you again. When I have some free time, let's set a time to eat together."
Alessia remained silent, absorbed in her design, neither responding to him nor discouraging his enthusiasm.
Jessie stood aside, somewhat speechless.
It was rumored that Dylan was a man of few words, somewhat cool and arrogant, but the man before her was talkative. How could he be associated with being cool and arrogant?
"Mr. Frost, please stand still and don't disturb the designer."
Hearing the voice, Dylan finally noticed Jessie standing beside him. He had finally had the chance to have a conversation with his sister, and someone was bothering him beside him. It was really troublesome.
Dylan frowned and said to Jessie, "Auntie, you might not know, but as long as it's something my sister wants to do, no matter how noisy it is, no one can disturb her."
Auntie?!
Jessie felt a pang in her chest. She was only a few years older than Alessia, and at most, she was only a year or two older than this brat Dylan. How dare this brat call Alessia 'Sis' and call her 'auntie'?
"Brat, are you blind?"
"Not blind, I can see you. Auntie, your eye makeup is smudged!" Dylan stared at Jessie's face and suddenly said in a cool tone.
He had almost hit Jessie's sore spot with just one sentence.
Jessie looked inquiringly at the host who was smiling beside her.
The host looked over, found that Jessie's eye makeup was indeed smudged at some point, and nodded.
Seeing the host's affirmation, Jessie glared at Dylan and went backstage to touch up her makeup.
Once Jessie left, Dylan began chatting with Alessia again.
Down below, Dominic, who wasn't chosen, silently lowered his raised hand.
Dominic couldn't understand why, even though he didn't want to be chosen, when he wasn't chosen, he still felt a sense of frustration.
Especially when he saw Dylan constantly opening and closing his mouth, happily chatting beside Alessia. Even from a distance, he couldn't hear what they were saying.
Moreover, the voices of those discussing behind him became louder and more irritating.
"Don't you think Dylan and Al are a perfect match? When they stand together, it's like a match made in heaven, a perfect couple."
"And when they stand together, their aura matches too-one keeps talking, while the other quietly listens."
"I heard that Dylan doesn't talk much in private, but perhaps only in front of Alessia, his words flow freely. When the plagiarism scandal involving Sisca broke out, didn't someone say that Dylan and Alessia were each other's first love? Although they denied it, who knows, it might be true."
"A reunion after a broken glass."
"I'm in for that too."
As the people behind continued to discuss with increasing excitement, some even started shipping the couple.
Dominic's expression became increasingly gloomy, and even Bianca, who usually staunchly supported her brother and sister-in-law, was now focused solely on the stage, seemingly blocking out everything everyone else was saying.
Dominic glared at her several times in a row, but Bianca didn't react.
Christopher, who usually supported his parents' relationship, also stared at Alessia without blinking at this critical moment.
With none of them being of any help, unable to bear it any longer, Dominic could only cast his sharp gaze backward.
The people in the back rows suddenly felt the coldness in Dominic's eyes and shuddered involuntarily.
Although they didn't know what they had done to provoke Dominic, they wisely kept their mouths shut.
Upon reflection, they thought it might have been because they were speaking too loudly, disturbing Dominic, so from then on, their chatter about the couple became quieter.
With a dark expression, Dominic nudged Christopher with his leg.
Christopher turned to him in confusion, glanced at his father, then continued to admire his mother's moment in the spotlight.
At this moment, Alessia's fingers were swiftly cutting and sewing. Although the clothes hadn't taken shape yet, her cool movements were already very pleasing to the eye.
Seeing his son ignoring him, Dominic nudged his sister with his elbow.
This time, Bianca didn't even bother to turn her head back, and directly introduced to Dominic, "Dom, look at Alessia's nimble fingers. I practiced for half a year at school, but I still can't compare to her. She's truly amazing."
Dominic took a deep breath and could only continue toward the runway with a cold face.
He couldn't help but wonder, was he the only one who found Dylan to be as annoying as a mosquito?
As time passed by, Jessie finished her makeup and quickly returned to the stage.
Twenty minutes later, as the host counted down the last five numbers, Alessia indulgently put down the tools she was holding.
The finished garment made by Alessia was placed on the workbench for the audience below to see through the screen.
The host took a sharp breath and looked at the audience below, "I'm sure everyone must be tired of waiting. Now, let's invite Mr. Frost to show us."
Dylan, hearing this, did a gentlemanly gesture and stood up. As he did, the host handed him the microphone.
"Mr. Frost, you've just looked at this piece of clothing. How do you think it would look on you?"
Dylan thought for a moment, then sighed deeply, "Alas, I don't know how to describe it. So, let's wait and see for ourselves."
"What do you mean by 'let's wait and see'? Is the design not good-looking?"
"Even Dylan, who has a good relationship with Alessia, thinks it's not good-looking. How ugly must it be?"
"So Alessia isn't Al, then?"
"But the host's attitude doesn't seem like it's a badly designed piece. If it were to be exposed, why isn't Jessie worried?"
Dylan's ambiguous words once again caused speculation among the audience below.
Ava, Sisca, and even some of the fans who doubted Alessia were almost desperate. With these words from Dylan, it seemed like they could see hope again.
Onstage, Jessie picked up the clothes designed by Alessia and looked at Dylan, "Mr. Frost, let's go. Let's change at the backstage."
She hadn't expected that Dylan, who had a somewhat poisonous and annoying mouth, would still play such tricks.
Dylan moved forward to face the audience on the stage, his expression still normal. But when he turned back to follow Jessie with hurried steps, he smirked provocatively and whispered to Jessie, "Auntie, why do you walk so fast?"
Originally, he just wanted to tease Jessie, but he didn't expect Jessie to actually stop in her tracks.
A sense of accomplishment flashed in Dylan's eyes. He walked closer and saw Jessie suddenly turn her head and whisper something that only the two of them could hear, "Little brother, are you trying to get your sister's attention with a mouth like that? Your tricks are so old!"
Dylan: "..."
After Dylan and Jessie left, Jessie appeared on stage again in no time, making an OK gesture to the host.
The host received the signal and lifted the microphone, speaking excitedly.
"Alright, after waiting for so long, we really don't need to wait any longer. Now, let's invite our Mr. Dylan to bring us the winter clothing designed by designer Al."
As the host's voice fell, a beam of colorful light shone at the entrance.
Amidst the gaze of the audience, Dylan seemed to walk on starlight.
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