Chapter 928

Meanwhile, Sharon was smugly scrolling through her phone because Twitter was reporting the situation in the charity auction live.

In fact, Twitter even had information about what clothing and makeup each celebrity was wearing.

The organizers’ official account would post updates every few minutes.

When she saw Cindy in Alethea’s gown, she grinned gleefully. “Oh, Ashlyn. How does it feel to have your opportunity to debut that gown get stolen by a has-been? I’m curious as to how you’ll clean up this mess. This must be embarrassing for you.”

Suddenly, Sharon heard a loud knock on the front door.

Shocked, she speedily left her room and saw a few men in black barging into her living room. “Who are you? What did you all barge into my home?”

“Are you Sharon?” the leader of the men in black asked.

“I-I am. Why are you asking me that—” Before she could finish her sentence, the men carried her out of the living room.

“What are you doing? This is kidnapping! You’re committing a crime right now! Let me go! Ah!”

The leader slapped her. “Another word from you, and I’ll stuff your mouth with a dirty sock.”

Fearfully, Sharon looked at him. “Please, let me go. I don’t have any money to give you!”

The men shoved her into a car. “Let’s go!”

Moments later, the vehicle zoomed on the road, terrifying Sharon so much that she hugged her head and screamed.

After a few minutes, she was dragged out of the vehicle, disoriented.

It wasn’t until she was tossed to the ground and landed before Ashlyn that she realized what was happening.

Sharon glared at Ashlyn. “It’s you! It’s you, isn’t it?”

Ashlyn glanced at the pale Sharon and spoke composedly. “So what if it’s me? Do you think it’s fun messing with Alethea’s gown, Sharon?”

Suppressing the urge to puke, Sharon acted as though she knew nothing. “What are you saying? I don’t understand.”

“What a stubborn woman.” Ashlyn smirked. “Some people always think I’m a pushover just because I put up with them.”

Holding her hand, Lucas suggested, “Let me handle this matter, Honey. You don’t need to dirty your hand.”

“You’re in charge of the gown that my company delivered to yours. Don’t you think you should explain why that very gown is on Cindy right now, Ms. Hinton?” Caylie strode toward Sharon and looked down on her. “Do you think an insignificant managing editor like you can make up for the losses dealt to our brand?”

Sharon paled. I didn’t think about the matter too much back then. I just wanted to take my revenge on Ashlyn and embarrass her.

“What’s the matter? You seem awful. Are you afraid?” Caylie sneered and turned to the chief editor.

“How is your company planning to handle this? We trusted you all to deliver the gown to Ms. Berry, but she didn’t receive it. I doubt other high-end brands will cooperate with your company again after this.

Now I finally see the leading fashion magazine’s true colors. Is this how it operates to gain that spot?”

She was infuriated because the backlash would be immense as her company regarded the event with great importance.

The chief editor scowled and glared at Sharon, who was still lying on the ground.

Then he flashed an apologetic smile at Caylie. “I apologize. This is a mistake on our part. I’ll look into the truth of the matter. As for the loss—”

“Do you think you can compensate for it? Our gown is ruined!” Caylie said, breaking down.

“There’s no need to get so worked up, Ms. Valentine.” Ashlyn smiled. “Cindy will be starring as the main female lead in my latest movie, True Magnate.”