Marry My Ex’s Uncle After Rebirth by Agatha Barney
Chapter 67

Chapter 67

After hanging up the phone, Vincent looked at Stephanie and said, “That person has been killed.””

Stephanie pressed her lips together before replying, “Looks like we need to trace the source through Linda’s phone.”

Vincent nodded.

After they returned to the bedroom, he began to recover the phone’s contents. Eventually, he said, “That person’s SIM card wasn’t registered, and the signal was traced outside the country. Douglas has always been in the country. There’s no relevant information on his phone, either. It’s possible Linda sent the message to an international number, and the person forwarded it to Douglas. They communicated through virtual phone numbers over the internet, making the source untraceable.”

Stephanie clicked her tongue and said, “Douglas has finally gotten smarter. It’s okay. No matter how c n i n g a person is, they’ll reveal themselves sooner or later. Since we suspect it’s him, let’s watch him closely. He’ll surely make another move.”

Vincent agreed, nodding. He said, “Yes, he didn’t poison me this time because he’s afraid the Fletcher family would blame him. He’s cautious. Given his personality, he wants to return to the Fletcher family. The purpose behind revealing that my legs are fine is to have someone else eliminate me,”

He paused, knowing it would make Stephanie worry if he said more. Vincent held her hand and smiled faintly, saying, “I’ve made many enemies after all these years in business. Having a physical disability may invite contempt and disdain, but being healthy is a different matter.”

o get involved.

Stephanie felt that Vincent’s enemy was not an ordinary businessman. He didn’t want her to know too much because he didn’t want her to g That was why he didn’t publicly announce their marriage or hold a wedding ceremony. He was worried she might be dragged into it.

Stephanie nodded.

Back in the bedroom, neither of them felt amorous.

Vincent embraced her, saying, “Sleep early. You have a product launch tomorrow morning, right?”

Stephanie hummed in response. Then, she asked, “Have you taken care of Grandpa’s matters?”

“Yes, everything is ready,” replied Vincent.

He then kissed her forehead before saying, “Good night.”

“Good night,” Stephanie responded.

Only the top six clothing brands in the country could hold product launches at the Jacaster Exhibition Center every year.

Starlight Design Studio’s Style Jazz Couture and Fantasy Boutique held the first and second positions, respectively.

Style Jazz Couture was an international brand and one of the top three brands globally. Based on this year’s sales, it was expected to become the world’s number one.

Fantasy Boutique was a rising star. After two years of development, it was almost on par with Style Jazz Couture.

The annual product launch event was a gathering of socialites, heiresses, celebrities from the entertainment industry, and big shots in the fashion world. This held true domestically and even more so during international fashion weeks, especially at the prestigious International Golden Finger Contest

ipped out of the car.

Stephanie, Julianna, and Starlight Design Studio’s designers stepped

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A red carpet stretched in front of the exhibition center, with caution tapes on both sides. Reporters and media were gathered, extending their necks and arm, frantically snapping photos of those entering

Julianna glanced at Stephanie, who wore a black form-fitting dress. The latter appeared simple yet elegant. Her red lips and low ponytail created a stunning look.

While others were as beautiful as princesses, Stephanie was undeniably a queen.

Julianna exclaimed. “You’ve got an amazing figure. Even as a woman, I’m mesmerized.”

Glancing at her, Stephanie replied, “You have everything I have, just on a larger scale. You’re humblebragging”

“Oops! You caught me.” Julianna replied, laughing.

Stephanie teased, “I’m perceptive”

“Perceptive, huh? You still didn’t see through your pretentious sister and handed the honors to her,” Julianna retorted.

Stephanie sighed softly. She replied, “I used to be blind, but my eyes are healed now. I’ll only design for Style Jazz Couture and Starlight Design Studio, okay?

“That works. Otherwise, I might not love you anymore,” Julianna answered, holding Stephanie’s hand.

“That’s so cringeworthy! Stephanie said, wincing

The two walked on the red carpet, with flashlights constantly flickering.

A reporter raised the microphone and asked, “Ms. Saunders, I’d like to ask. Starlight Design Studio has always used Star’s designs. This time, I heard that a designer named Stephanie Hayes designed everything. Does this mean Star is no longer in an important position?”

“Ms. Saunders, rumors have it that Star didn’t submit any design sketches this year because she gave all her sketches to Stephanie,” another reporter

commented.

Someone else said, “It’s said that their design styles are similar, and Star hasn’t been utilized in Starlight Design Studio since Stephanie appeared. Is this to make room for Stephanie? After all, every design studio or fashion company only has one chief designer.”

“Yes, Ms. Saunders. Can you clarify for us? We are also concerned about Star’s situation, considering she led Style Jazz Couture to enter the international market and brought glory to our country,” one of them remarked.

A reporter asked, “Star has never made a public appearance. Is there any form of suppression happening?”

Another one said, “Ms. Saunders, can you give a clear answer?”

Julianna wore a strapless, long white dress, revealing her tanned and straight shoulders, with a waistband that added an elegant touch.

She smiled faintly and said, “When Star signed the contract with Starlight Design Studio, she explicitly stated her requirements. She has absolute control over her time and space, meaning she has her freedom. Star doesn’t enjoy participating in such events, so she never made appearances, and I can’t force her. As a top designer, why would she give her rough sketches to anyone? I don’t know where you heard these rumors, but if you know, I’ll send a legal letter on behalf of the desigirstudio. These are highly insulting rumors. The rough sketches for this event were drawn by Stephanie and approved by our designers. Whether it’s Star or Stephanie, I hope everyone focuses on the work rather than these rumors.”

The reporters turned their microphones toward Stephanie. They asked, “Ms. Hayes, about your sister, Florence….

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Before they could finish their question, Stephanie interrupted, “I’m sorry to cut you off, but I want to emphasize that I’ve severed ties with the Hayes famity Florence isn’t my sister. I hope all of you can remember this, as I’m sensitive to these topics, and they can be uncomfortable. I appreciate your

cooperation.”

The reporter nodded and asked. “Ms. Hayes, did you really design all of Fantasy Boutique’s Florence’s sketches? Any proof?”

Stephanie similed faintly. She replied, “I hope everyone remembers this. A thief’s habit is bound to be exposed sooner or later.”

“Ms. Hayes Starlight Design Studio is using your designs this time. Are you confident in winning first place at this product launch?” the reporter inquired.

Stephanie nodded and said. “Of course I am. Thope Style Jazz Couture becomes the world’s leading brand by the end of this year.”

“Ms. Hayes, honestly, have you ever considered replacing Star?” the reporter continued.

Stephanie chuckled inwardly, thinking. Am I to replace myself?”

She smiled and responded, “Whether to replace or not, I think results should speak for themselves”

Some reporters wanted to ask more questions, but Julianna interrupted, “Let’s talk after we win the first place. See you after the launch!”

She then tugged Stephanie, saying, “The pretentious b i t c h is here. We should give her a chance to perform, right?”

The two exchanged glances and smiled. After that, they walked toward the entrance of the exhibition center.

Walking not far behind, Florence overheard what Stephanie and Julianna said. She felt they were arrogant and was determined to humiliate them that

day.

She had spent a lot of money to bribe the organizers to let Fantasy Boutique release their new products first.

In the design world, the first to showcase would own the creation, Those who revealed their works later might be labeled as imitators.

“Stephanie, just wait and see!’ Florence said inwardly.

At the sight of Florence, the reporters began asking, “Ms. Hayes, do you feel confident about this product launch?”

Florence smiled sweetly and said, “Of course. My sketches are meticulously crafted by me.”

Suddenly, a discordant voice rang out, saying, “Ms. Hayes, were these designs created in a psychiatric hospital? Creating sketches in just two weeks? Is it a style inspired by a m n t

l l y dera nged wild beast?”

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