At the jewelry launch event.
Hazel Langley, clad in an exquisite evening gown, posed for the reporters below, adorned with jewelry worth millions.
The continuous flashes of cameras captured her beautiful silhouette.
Accompanying Hazel Langley was her arch-rival Serena Quincy, previously known as the little Hazel Langley. Now, the two appeared on stage together, marking a noteworthy collaboration.
However, anyone with a keen eye could see that Serena Quincy was overshadowed by Hazel Langley.
On her own, Serena Quincy might look decent, but in the presence of the real deal, she appeared somewhat lacking.
Recently, Serena Quincy had been doing well, with rumors that she had hitched a ride on the fast track of Jasper Faulkner, the second young master of the Faulkner Family.
As a result, her resources improved, and her status rose, allowing her to stand almost on equal footing with Hazel Langley.
After all, Hazel Langley was with a small company, and the resources it possessed were nothing exceptional.
Serena Quincy watched the brand representatives adorn Hazel Langley with the main piece of jewelry, a flash of discontent crossing her face. She was supposed to be the leading lady.
Did the organizers lose their minds?
Just as the reporters were about to step forward for interviews, the entire venue’s lights suddenly dimmed.
A collective gasp rose from the crowd.
The large screen at the back, displaying the jewelry brand, flickered a few times before revealing the image of a young boy.
Upon seeing this, Hazel Langley’s pupils contracted violently, her face turning ashen in an instant.
The reporters, yet to grasp what happened, watched as the image changed again. Discover more novels at novel[f]ire.net
This time, it was Hazel Langley embracing the young boy, the two appearing intimately close, like mother and son.
Without any introduction or sound, the exposure of these few photos seemed to imply something.
Once everyone realized what was happening, they frantically picked up their cameras and snapped away.
They swarmed over, bombarding her with questions.
"Miss Langley, what is your relationship with the boy in the photos?"
"Is this your child?"
"Miss Langley, who is the child’s father?"
Serena Quincy was also stunned by the situation before her. She turned to look at Hazel Langley, who was panic-stricken and seemed too shocked to respond.
Slowly curling her lips, she exclaimed loudly, "Of course, that’s Hazel Langley’s son. Stop taking pictures, protect the child’s privacy."
This further confirmed the matter, and there was no way the reporters would stop. Fearing they would miss the shots, they only intensified their efforts.
Seeing reporters pressing in on Hazel Langley, her assistant quickly directed bodyguards to escort her away silently.
"No more photos, please make way."
Before long, under the protection of bodyguards, Hazel Langley was taken to the backroom lounge.
The assistant consoled Hazel, "Sister Yun, don’t worry, the company is aware of this situation and will handle it for you."
With a click, the door to the lounge opened.
A tall man walked in, startling both Hazel and her assistant—it was Franklin Faulkner.
"Who are you? We do not accept interviews. Leave now!"
Franklin Faulkner gave a faint smile, looking at Hazel Langley, "Miss Langley, interested in a chat?"
"Not interested, just leave!"
Hazel Langley looked up at him, gritting her teeth, "Did you release the photos? Who are you? Why do this?"
Franklin Faulkner sneered and said, "My identity is irrelevant. I need you to do something for me."