When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 137: Slandering Faye Turner

The journalists had long been ready, adjusting their equipment and positioning themselves for the shoot.

Though Jami was just over forty, the unique romantic aura of a French man about him was irresistible.

There was a hint of restraint in his gentlemanliness, combined with his impeccable taste in attire and his talent, drawing countless women to him.

His appearance brought about a spontaneous burst of applause from the crowd!

The applause conveyed not only a welcome but also admiration and infatuation for him.

Mr. Jami smiled as he looked at everyone, waving his hand in greeting.

Adrian Lancaster personally received him, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, as the media closely followed this contrasting pair, making them the highlight of the evening.

The two communicated very smoothly, with their insights and opinions aligning perfectly.

While everyone focused their attention on Jamil, only Dustin Shepherd was looking at Faye Turner.

In his eyes, there was only her.

Tonight, she was as beautiful as a swan, deeply captivating him.

When Faye Turner felt Dustin Shepherd’s intense and profound gaze, she felt a slight constriction in her chest, smiled at him a bit shyly, and then turned to leave.

As he watched the girl’s departing figure, Dustin Shepherd couldn’t take his eyes off her; he really liked her, but unfortunately, she was married.

Just a little bit more... what a pity.

Serena Sutton didn’t witness Mr. Jamil’s entrance; she was busy finding staff to deal with a stain on her dress.

In such situations, there’s usually a special solution available, as accidents are inevitable at such banquets.

Serena Sutton cleaned the wine stain from her dress and headed towards the main hall, inadvertently overhearing two women beside her, holding glasses and whispering—

"I know that among these people tonight, at least two of them have very mediocre works, and I wonder how strong their connections are to have received an invitation."

"Most people here deserve to be, but a few have connections, which is quite normal; this is how society works; absolute fairness is rare."

At this moment, Serena Sutton stopped in her tracks, and with a smile, approached them; the two female designers quickly fell silent, knowing it’s not wise to discuss others in such settings.

Serena Sutton, however, lightly chuckled and said, "That’s not the most outrageous thing."

The two were slightly taken aback, exchanged a glance, not understanding her meaning — was she joining the gossip?

Serena Sutton pointed not far away and asked, "Do you see that girl wearing the white gown?"

The two women followed the direction of her finger with their gaze.

Slowly, Serena Sutton continued, "Her name is Faye Turner, and not only are her works mediocre, she doesn’t even have any works! Yet she managed to come in relying on a man."

"Oh my god!" The woman found it unbelievable, "A complete newcomer? Without any works?"

"Is it real? Absolutely no works, how could she be allowed to participate? No way would she be on the same level with anyone in conversation, right?"

"Absolutely true." Serena Sutton’s eyes showed disdain as she confidently said, "She’s from our company; we share the same office. She recently joined and wasn’t even a designer before, just relying on a man!"

"Relying on whom?" Everyone has a gossiping heart.

"As for whom, that I don’t know, but it’s definitely relying on a man, quite shameless." Serena Sutton continued to slander, but even so, it wasn’t enough to quell the anger in her heart.

Indeed, the two women began to look down on Faye Turner, despite not even knowing her, they started to slander—

"Girls nowadays have more and more means; could she be involved with a married man? Young men typically don’t have such capabilities."

"Girls today do not have self-respect, dressing up all innocent and harmless, but in reality, they are rotten to the core."

Listening to such slander, Serena Sutton felt much more at ease.

Not far away, Faye Turner held a glass of juice, smiling as she admired the evening glow in the sky.

She didn’t get close to anyone, not because she didn’t know anyone, but because she was deep in thought. Through these ever-changing sunsets, she found endless design inspiration.