Chapter 138: Is Sienna Everett Really an Everett?

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Is Sienna Everett Really an Everett?

The entire banquet hall was decorated with an exceptionally chic flair. A crowd of people mingled, a glamorous scene of fragrant perfumes and elegant attire. The massive, ornate chandelier overhead cast a brilliant light, and even the chairs in the side lounge area were fashioned into unusual, asymmetrical, stylish shapes.

Many people in the hall found their gazes drifting toward one particular chair, all because the name "Kian" was affixed to its back.

That one short name captured everyone’s attention.

Even though Kian had yet to arrive, the reporters on site were already taking photos of the chair from every angle, scrambling to post them online, terrified of being even a step behind their rivals.

After taking his photos, a male reporter glanced at the female reporter beside him and looked her over curiously. "Is that a new dress from The Everett Group’s clothing line? The one Shannon Everett designed?"

The female reporter nodded, her feelings clearly conflicted. "Yeah. When this dress was released, I was stunned. I couldn’t wait to buy it. But then at yesterday’s design conference, it was revealed that Shannon Everett deliberately knocked over a water bottle to ruin Sienna Everett’s design sketches..."

"Sigh. Shannon Everett’s character is just awful, but I really love the dress she designed. I agonized over it for a long time but couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. So I wore it out today, planning to just wear it this one time before burying it at the bottom of a chest, never to be taken out again."

The female reporter was torn and conflicted. The dress she adored just had to be designed by someone with such a rotten character. She was afraid people would gossip just seeing her wear it.

But she couldn’t bear to throw it away, so she decided to wear it just once to get it out of her system. After this, she would never buy clothes from The Everett Group again.

The male reporter who had asked the question understood her feelings. He patted her shoulder comfortingly and was just about to say something when Shannon Everett and Mason Everett arrived at the entrance of the banquet hall.

"Look, it’s Shannon Everett and Mason Everett!"

According to the traditional rules of the design conference, designers attending the evening gala were generally expected to wear their own creations.

Shannon Everett was wearing a blue velvet fishtail gown. The cascading blue train trailed behind her like an ocean wave. With every step she took, the skirt seemed to take on a life of its own, its layers unfurling in a dynamic and beautiful display, making her look like a mermaid emerging from the depths of the sea.

On her hands, Shannon Everett wore matching blue velvet gloves that reached her elbows. It had to be said, the entire ensemble was noble and elegant in its design.

"Look, that gown Shannon Everett is wearing is gorgeous!"

"I’ve seen plenty of fishtail gowns, but never one this beautiful! She looks like a mermaid!"

As soon as Shannon Everett and Mason Everett appeared, the reporters on site immediately raised their cameras and started filming. "Shannon Everett, did you design this gown you’re wearing yourself?"

Shannon Everett’s gaze swept slowly across the banquet hall. Seeing the admiration in everyone’s eyes, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. With a poised and graceful nod, she said, "Yes, I designed it myself. As per the rules of the design conference, designers are required to wear their own creations, so I wore this fishtail gown that I designed."

Hearing this affirmative answer, the crowd became even more convinced of Shannon Everett’s design talent.

Although Shannon Everett’s character was questionable, it was undeniable that her design was brilliant, exhibiting a level of skill that surpassed every other designer present.

In a crowd not far away, a few designers saw the stunning piece and, as was their habit, began to quietly critique it:

"Have you noticed? The design of this gown, from the dress itself to the gloves, is very much in the style of Master Kian. For Shannon Everett to be able to design something like this... she’s truly impressive."

"The only pity is that the gown is too noble and elegant. Even though Shannon Everett is the one who designed it, she doesn’t bring out the gown’s true beauty."

"It can’t be helped. Shannon Everett’s looks and figure aren’t exactly outstanding. If a professional model were wearing it, this gown would look even more beautiful!"

Shannon Everett was basking in the crowd’s praise, her vanity satisfied as never before. But when she suddenly overheard that last comment, her expression instantly stiffened, a clear flash of displeasure in her eyes.

Mason Everett heard the discussion as well, but he couldn’t refute it.

’Shannon’s looks are more on the delicate side; they’re certainly not what you’d call outstanding.’

’The Everetts are all good-looking, but Shannon isn’t a biological daughter of the Everett Family, so naturally, she didn’t inherit the Everetts’ good looks.’

’But that Sienna Everett... even after growing up lost and on her own, her devastatingly beautiful face still outshines everyone in the Everett Family by a wide margin.’

Mason Everett had even once suspected that Sienna Everett was too beautiful to be one of the Everetts.

When they first brought Sienna Everett back to the Everett Family, he had found it strange no matter how he looked at it. How could his father, Morgan Everett, and his mother, Sheila Whitaker, have produced such a stunningly beautiful daughter...

Just as Mason Everett’s thoughts were wandering, a sudden commotion erupted at the entrance to the banquet hall.

Everyone subconsciously turned to look, and in the next second, they were all, without exception, struck speechless by the sight before them.

There, at the entrance, Sienna Everett was walking into the banquet hall with Evan Shelby.

Sienna Everett was wearing a black gown so magnificent and icily beautiful it was breathtaking. The black fabric made her already snow-white, jade-like skin appear even more supple and delicate, like a piece of the finest white jade.

The gown was cinched at the waist, perfectly accentuating her soft, slender waist that one could encircle with a single grasp.

What was most eye-catching was the magnificent and mysterious pattern embroidered onto the black skirt with silver thread, which refracted a brilliant light with her every move.

As Sienna Everett walked step by step into the banquet hall, the crowd, already stunned by the gown, found the astonishment and admiration in their eyes soaring to new heights as they got a clearer look at her face. Their awe was so intense it was practically overflowing.

Her features were as if painted, exuding an unintentional, shimmering charm. Her red lips were so vivid they looked ready to burst. Paired with the black gown, she was like a decadent flower blooming from the abyss—bewitching, resplendent, and utterly captivating.

This entrance... It was too stunning, too shocking!

"So... so beautiful!"

"It’s Sienna Everett! She’s so beautiful my heart is about to stop! A moment ago I thought Shannon Everett’s fishtail gown was pretty, but now I know—the real showstopper is right here!"

The reporters who had just been swarming around Shannon Everett immediately flocked toward the hall entrance, eager to interview Sienna Everett and Evan Shelby.

Even the other designers in the hall couldn’t contain their excitement and rushed over to get a look.

Seeing this, Shannon Everett dug her nails deep into her palms, biting her lower lip so hard it hurt. Her gaze, fixed on Sienna Everett, was filled with resentful jealousy and venomous hatred.

’As long as that bitch Sienna Everett shows up, my spotlight will always be stolen.’

’I should be the one stealing the show!’

’Sienna Everett is just some trash abandoned by the Everett Family! What right does she have to compete with me!’

Meanwhile, Mason Everett stared in Sienna Everett’s direction, taking a good ten seconds or more to snap out of his trance. His own biological sister... she had really changed a lot since leaving the Everett Family.

Her looks were as devastatingly beautiful as ever, but her aura had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.

Such a magnificent and icily beautiful gown didn’t overwhelm her presence in the slightest; instead, it was relegated to being her accessory.

And Sienna Everett’s design talent... it already surpassed that of every designer he had ever seen, including Shannon...

’This black gown... did Sienna Everett design it herself?’

Just then, a female designer standing close to Sienna Everett recognized the black gown she was wearing at a glance. "Is... isn’t that G.Y.’s ’Iris Night Tale’!"

Iris Night Tale was a collector’s edition gown designed by G.Y.’s chief designer, Kian. As soon as it was released, it became a favorite among princesses from royal families and wealthy socialites around the world.

But Iris Night Tale was a global limited edition and was essentially priceless—not for sale. Many famous socialites, no matter how wealthy, were unable to acquire one.

Once the name Iris Night Tale was called out, the other designers in the hall also recognized it.

"Wow, it really is Iris Night Tale! It’s so beautiful in person! This fabric, this style, this embroidery... it’s truly worthy of being a collector’s edition gown designed by Master Kian!"

"Wait a minute, why is Sienna Everett wearing a gown designed by Kian?"

As soon as this question was asked, the bustling banquet hall suddenly fell silent for a moment.

According to the conference’s long-standing rule, designers attending the gala were supposed to wear their own designs. Since Sienna Everett was now wearing a gown designed by Kian, could it be that...