This problem shouldn''t have urred.
When I sewed the dress, the stitches were even and dense, and the dress was made to perfectly fit her body. Even if the strap broke, it should have stayed temporarily at the chest level and not fallen immediately. Unless, of course, the zipper at the back also broke at the same time.
But that was impossible.
The fabric and zipper suppliers were both the same as the ones used during my time at the Frost Group, and their quality was absolutely reliable. Regardless, this was a dress I had personally made.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.
I grabbed my coat, stood up, and ran onto the stage. Just as I was about to help her put on the dress, she pped me across the face in a fit of rage!
"Are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to embarrass me today!!"
I instinctively covered my stinging face and, without hesitation, pped her back. "Bethany, I''m not insane enough to ruin my own work!"
Bethany''s eyes widened in fury, and she was about to lunge at me again when Ryan, who had appeared without my noticing, pulled her behind him with a stern expression and draped his jacket over her. He looked like he was protecting his wife.
Mrs. Shaw, apanied by two bodyguards, came over, her chest heaving with anger. "Lock her up!"
Seeing Ryan frown, Mrs. Shaw sneered. "Mr. Frost, you''re not going to defend her today, are you?"
"Of course not."
Ryan didn''t even spare me a nce, his tone was indifferent and cold. "She''s just an ex-wife."
"Good!"
With Mrs. Shaw''smand, the bodyguards immediately moved to act.
I knew this was the Shaw family''s territory, and she had two, bodyguards with her, though there were likely more at the back of the stage.
I lowered my head slightly, toozy to resist. "You don''t need to do anything. I''ll leave on my own."
The bodyguards, seeing mypliance, positioned themselves-one leading the way and the other following behind me.
Jane tried toe over but was firmly blocked by other bodyguards.
We went straight down to the hotel''s underground car park, got into a car, and drove to an upscale residential area.
Upon reaching a vi with the best view, the bodyguards pulled me out of the car and shoved me into a
storage room.
"Stay here quietly until Mrs. Shaw returns. Then we''ll let you out."
"Can...can we go somewhere else?"
As the door was about to close, fear drove me to speak up. The small, dark, enclosed space made me anxious ever since the incident at home. "This is what Mrs. Shaw instructed. We''re just following her orders."
With that, the door clicked shut.
The space was pitch ck. My first reaction was to find my phone, but it was left in my bag at the hotel. I could only fumble for the light switch. After much effort, I found it, but no matter how I pressed it, there was no response.
The repeated clicking sounds reached the bodyguard''s ears outside the door.
He called out through the door, "Don''t bother trying. The storage room''s power is cut off."
There was no hope left.
Past memories surged forward all at once. I slumped against the wall with a muffled sound and slowly slid down, my entire chest trembling. ''No, no...''
As a child, I cried and begged them for a long time.
It was of no use.
Now that I had grown up, I had be mute instead.
The older I got, the more I understood the benefits of power.
Just like today''s engagement party, whether I came or not, they could always find a reason to lock me up in this ce.
Even though I had tried so hard to avoid them and focus on my own life.
But because I am powerless, my thoughts had never mattered.
I didn''t know how long it had been when I heard movement outside the door. The lock turned, and light finally seeped in.
Mrs. Shaw, wearing an exquisite dress, looked down at me from above with a cold, sinister smile. Charlotte, weren''t you very arrogant? How dare you embarrass my daughter on stage. Today, I will break your pride inch by inch."