Chapter 142: Public Identity Reveal! Mason Everett is Dumbfounded

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Public Identity Reveal! Mason Everett is Dumbfounded

Evan Shelby arched an eyebrow and looked at Sienna Everett. "A moment ago, Shannon Everett accused you of stealing your own designs. How ridiculous is that?"

The corners of Sienna Everett’s eyes lifted in a smirk as she scoffed, "I stole from myself?"

’I stole from myself...’

The reporters’ jaws nearly hit the floor. The hall, which had been buzzing with noise just a second ago, fell completely silent. They all stood there, mouths agape, as if they’d been struck by lightning.

An older reporter was the first to snap out of it, though his voice still trembled with shock when he spoke. "Sienna Everett, are you saying..."

Evan Shelby’s features were sharp and defined. His sapphire-blue eyes swept slowly across the crowd before he made a solemn announcement.

"That’s right. Sienna Everett is G.Y.’s Chief Designer—Kian!"

"She is also the other founder of G.Y.!"

His powerful words echoed through the entire banquet hall.

Shannon Everett, who had been gloating, thinking she had finally dragged Sienna Everett down, felt the vicious sneer on her face suddenly freeze. Then, as if in slow motion, her eyes and mouth widened until she resembled a grotesque, comical clown.

’What did I just hear?’

’Sienna Everett is... the legendary Kian?’

’So when I stole Sienna Everett’s designs, I was actually stealing from Kian?’

’How is this possible!’

’No!’

Shannon Everett refused to believe it. She couldn’t.

And yet, the designs she had stolen from Sienna Everett’s room, and the clothes made from those designs—every single one had Kian’s signature logo on it...

No matter how much she refused to believe it, she had no choice but to accept the truth.

Shannon Everett glared at Sienna Everett, her fingers digging into her palms so hard it felt like they might break. The shock, indignation, jealousy, and resentment in her chest were like a punctured balloon, surging upward out of control. The pressure constricted her throat, and she tasted the thick tang of blood.

’Sienna Everett is Kian. Kian is Sienna Everett...’

’The hilarious part is, the Everett Family wanted to hire Kian as their chief designer. Ha! This is all just a complete and utter joke!’

When the reporters and other designers at the banquet heard Evan Shelby personally confirm that Sienna Everett was Kian, after a few dozen seconds of stunned disbelief, they swarmed Sienna Everett like she was a legendary superstar.

The designers were so ecstatic because they were finally seeing Kian in the flesh.

After all, Kian was a legend in the world of fashion design, representing the pinnacle of the craft and hailed as the pride of Celestria’s design community.

Now that these designers were finally meeting the master at the apex of their field, just being excited would be an understatement; it was a miracle they weren’t going completely wild.

As for the reporters, they aimed their cameras at Sienna Everett, shutters clicking nonstop. The flashes were bright enough to blind someone.

"I finally get it! No wonder Sienna Everett’s design skills are on another level! In that competition against the foreign designers, she won with a ruined design. Of course she did—she’s Kian!"

"Wait a minute, it’s all clicking into place! Shannon Everett stole Sienna Everett’s designs, and then turned around and falsely accused Sienna Everett of stealing from Kian?"

"Damn, that Shannon Everett is truly vicious and despicable! But man proposes, and God disposes. Sienna Everett *is* Kian! Her little counter-accusation just made her look like a pathetic clown!"

"So, Shannon Everett deliberately ruined Sienna Everett’s design during the competition, trying to make her lose to a foreigner. Not only was she a traitor, but she was also stealing Sienna Everett’s designs behind her back to pass herself off as some rising design genius? She’s a fraud who deceived everyone! I’m going to be sick, how can someone be so disgusting!"

"Damn, poor Sienna Everett! She didn’t do anything, but she got framed by a piece of trash like Shannon Everett. What rotten luck!"

The crowd openly condemned Shannon Everett, not bothering to hide their disgust. Their gazes were filled with indignation and contempt. If there had been rotten eggs nearby, they surely would have been flying at her.

Shannon Everett’s face was deathly pale. Mortified, she stumbled backward, trying to hide.

But the reporters’ cameras were trained on her, leaving her with nowhere to run. Every wicked deed she had committed was being broadcast live for the entire world to see.

Just then, a loud BANG echoed from a corner of the hall as a chair was knocked over.

All heads turned toward the sound. It was Mason Everett.

Mason Everett stared, dumbfounded, in Sienna Everett’s direction. When he heard that Sienna was Kian—the very person he had been desperately searching for—the blood rushed to his head with a deafening roar, as if something inside him had just exploded.

’The Kian I was looking for is Sienna Everett...’

’Sienna Everett is the last hope for reviving The Everett Group’s fashion brand...’

’My own sister, Sienna Everett—the one I mistreated and kicked out of our home—is Kian, the designer I’ve been begging to meet...’

’How could fate play such a cruel trick on me...’

’That means... back at the Everett family home, when Sienna drew those designs, she was genuinely trying to help the family’s brand.’

’But I was too arrogant to believe her. I even hurled the most vicious insults at her.’

’If I had just shown her a little patience and trust back then, would things be different now?’

’Why was I so stupid? Why couldn’t I bring myself to trust my own sister...?’

Mason Everett’s body went rigid, like a puppet with its strings cut. He staggered backward, not even noticing the chair he’d knocked over, his eyes fixed blankly on Sienna Everett.

The commotion from the toppled chair drew the eyes of everyone else in the hall.

Sienna Everett’s cool, indifferent gaze also flickered in his direction.

In that instant, Mason Everett’s back went ramrod straight. A complex and intense wave of emotions washed over him—nervousness, fear, anticipation, and utter helplessness...

His emotions churned like a raging sea.

However, Sienna Everett merely spared him a fleeting glance—less than a second—before looking away, her expression cold, distant, and utterly dismissive.

Mason Everett felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head, soaking him to the bone. The chill seeped deep into his heart.

’Was I actually hoping... that Sienna Everett would look at me again...?’

The other guests exchanged glances, murmuring amongst themselves. "I heard Mason Everett was moving heaven and earth trying to get a meeting with Kian. Tsk, tsk. And to think Sienna Everett *is* Kian... He must be absolutely shell-shocked right now!"

"It’s karma! Remember when Mason Everett conspired with Sheila Whitaker to slander Sienna Everett, accusing her of pushing her own mother? The man has no humanity! And to think he’s her own brother!"

"I’ll never understand the Everetts. They cast aside a real heiress like Sienna Everett—beautiful, talented, and capable—to treasure a low-life impostor like Shannon Everett, who’s rotten to the core. What on earth were they thinking?!"