Everyone turned their gaze toward Jiang Fanyue's seat.
At this moment, her face was completely devoid of color!
No amount of makeup could hide her paleness, nor could her fine clothes conceal the shivering of her body.
How could this be!
How could this possibly be!
The manuscript was clearly handpicked by her from a large pile belonging to a designer of the Jiang Family; it was one that had been discarded and not used, and even the designer themselves might not remember they had such a work.
Every design that they were able to buy back had cost the Jiang Family money!
Suddenly, she realized, wasn't Designer J precisely the fashion designer upon whom the Jiang Family used to rely for survival?
A chill wrapped around her so coldly, she could not move her entire body.
The world actually had such coincidences!
She originally thought that even if she used some controversial designs, no one would have evidence to nail her, but...
