"I''ve already had someone look into who she had been in contact with before," said Yasmin.


    "That''s hard to look into." Frank was certain and continued, "When you went to find Charlotte yesterday, it was probably seen by someone with ulterior motives. They''ll likely be much faster at erasing traces than we are at investigating." "In that case, the best solution is to keep this matter under wraps for now. After a few days, when the suspicion has died down, we can follow the clues more easily."


    "But my mom and I have been in contact more than just a designer-client rtionship yesterday and today."


    "The other party''s suspicion might not be so easily dispelled, right?" I asked.


    The methods of the behind-the-scenes person were simr to those from two years ago. Both were deeply hidden, with enough scheming to not easily let go of their concerns.


    Alex squinted his eyes. "Yasmin, what do you think about publicly acknowledging Charlotte as your goddaughter first?"


    "That way, we can protect her openly and also use it as a reason for your recent frequent interactions with Charlotte."


    "If that''s the case, then Charlotte..."


    Yasmin wanted to announce my identity tonight but was concerned that if the person behind the scenes was not identified, future issues could arise.


    Thus, she looked at me with some worry, afraid I might be upset.


    I smiled and agreed with Frank and Alex''s approach. "Mom, I think Uncle Alex and Frank are right. Whether my background is announced now orter doesn''t change the fact that I''m your daughter. That''s enough for me." The person behind the scenes had reached too far.


    But even now, we still don''t understand their true intentions.


    Twice in a row, they had gained nothing, and the only thing affected was my background.


    Yasmin took a deep breath. "Alright, since that''s the case, I''ll announceter that I''m recognizing you as my goddaughter!"


    "That will give me something to brag about for a while," I joked.


    As soon as I finished speaking, my phone rang. It was Jane. She had arrived at the hotel.


    Пtook the call, then stood up to greet her. Before leaving, I gave Frank a "good luck" look.


    Even while sitting on the sofa, Frank looked unusually restrained and well-behaved.


    na teased him, saying, "Finally, there''s someone he''s afraid of."


    I left the lounge and headed towards the elevator. At this point, the number of guests had increased.


    Dressed strikingly for the evening anding out of Yasmin''s lounge, I immediately attracted a lot of attention.


    A few young men approached and asked for my contact details.


    I declined politely.


    Just as I was about to exit the banquet hall, I saw an unexpected guest!


    It was Bethany!


    I was sure that Joanne had not sent an invitation to the Shaw family.


    At that moment, a fan with millions of followers, a rising star in the entertainment industry, came over and struck up a conversation with me. "You''re so beautiful. Your aura is unique even in our entertainment circle."


    "Aren''t you the recently popr designer, Ms. Elena?"


    "Do you know Ms. Jackson well?"


    The young man''s attitude was humble, and even though I knew his intentions, he remained polite. "Thank you, I am. As for knowing Ms. Jackson... I guess we''re quite familiar..."


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    Unexpectedly, before I could finish, a mocking voice cut in. "Tsk, Charlotte, do you have no shame, trying to tter yourself? You''re just a designer. Do you really think you''re something special?" Standing next to Bethany was a youngdy from an affluent family, who was holding Bethany''s arm. She asked, "Bethany, do you know her?"


    "Barely." Bethany coldly concealed her jealousy and sneered. "She''s just an orphan without a father or mother, who was pampered by my grandmother two years ago. Now she''s trying to gain Ms. Jackson''s favor. People like her are not on our level!"


    "She''s such a scheming person?" The youngdy assessed me with disdain. "You dare try to gain Ms. Jackson''s favor? Even the Harrison family has to show utmost sincerity to coborate with Ms. Jackson. Who do you think you are?"