Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Lisa had managed to slip into the backstage area unnoticed. After taking a quick look around, her eyes locked onto the high heels on the shoe rack meant for the models. The organizers had provided all the high heels, which were all made of crystal. The models weren't allowed to wear any jewelry, and having identical shoes ensured that the judges focused solely on the clothes designed by the designers.

However, since each model had a different shoe size, the organizers had custom-made the shoes for each model, although they all looked the same. The shoes were neatly arranged on the rack, with each pair labeled by the model's number. There wasn't a soul in front of the shoe cab at the moment.

Lisa sneaked over to the shoe rack and pulled out the high heels meant for Chloe's model. After tampering with them for a few minutes, she sneakily put them back in place. A sinister smile spread across Lisa's face as she thought, "Chloe, let's see how you compete now."

Half an hour later, Chloe had finally perfected all the details of her design. She stood in front of the model, admiring her work with satisfaction. With about thirty minutes left before the show, her assistant brought the high heels for the model to wear.

The model slipped on the high heels and tried to take a few steps. But after just two steps, her foot twisted, and she fell flat on the ground. The elegant dress she was wearing was damaged, with seams tearing apart in several places. Chloe's dress was made from layers of sand in seven colors and microcrystals on a fabric mold crafted to the model's body shape. It was stunning but fragile.

The fall had caused the waistline and the zipper at the back to come undone. Nearby onlookers gasped in horror as if a priceless treasure had been shattered. Chloe was momentarily stunned but quickly sprang into action, helping her assistant lift the model up. The model's face was pale with terror, and she kept apologizing, "I'm so sorry..."

Chloe frowned and picked up the broken high heels from the ground. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that both heels had been cut with sharp object. She looked around and finally spotted Lisa in a corner

holding her phone fea

with malicious glee. Chloe knew exactly who was behind this sabotage.

her

Nina was Chloe's assistant and a fellow student studying at the Royal School of Design. She had been working tirelessly on this sand dress for the past 48 hours. She admired Chloe immensely and had poured her heart and soul into creating the dress. Now it was ruined. Her tears welled up in her eyes, and she was at a loss for what to do.

Chloe didn't have time to be upset. She quickly examined the dress and realized that only some seams had come undone, which could be repaired. However, there was a bigger problem-the model hadExclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

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twisted her ankle, and it had swollen up like a balloon. She couldn't

possibly go on stage in that

condition.

The model, wincing in pain, kept apologizing, while Chloe comforted her. Nina's voice was choked with tears as she said, "Chloe, what are we going to do? Even if we fix the dress, we have no model."

The dress had been custom-fitted to the model's tall frame, standing well over six feet. It wouldn't fit just anyone. Just then, a slender young figure appeared before them.

"Hey, when's your turn?" Chloe looked up and saw Pax. Pax was bored from waiting outside and had come backstage to check on things. Spotting Pax, Chloe grabbed him like a lifeline.

"Pax, I need you to save me right now."