Chapter 386
Daniel Lowell stood frozen in the crowd, his fingertips turning icy.
His gaze remained locked on the radiant figure at the judges' panel, ears ringing.
Sophia Laurent was Composer T.
The realization struck him like a sledgehammer to the chest.
Memories flooded back.
Six months ago at that high-society tea party, Victoria Lowell had boasted about borrowing Versini Couture's latest gown.
He'd just joined Versini then, nearly dropping his phone when the call came.
That celestial dress was Composer T's personal design - not for sale.
He'd reluctantly approached Gavin Winslow.
The design director's eager agreement replayed vividly in his mind.
Every privilege had stemmed from Sophia.
On stage, Sophia announced her new collection's imminent release.
The venue erupted.
"Oh my god! Composer T is releasing new work!"
"The Lowells were blind to discard a real phoenix."
"Didn't their second son also work at Versini?"
"Daniel Lowell...won some design awards..."
The murmurs pierced his eardrums like needles.
Daniel clenched his fists until nails bit into palms.
The online storm gained momentum.
A celebrity gossip account dropped explosive footage.
#SHOCKING: Sophia Laurent's Scandalous Night Caught on Camera#
The video showed an intoxicated Sophia leaning against a hotel corridor wall.
Her smoke-gray gown accentuated every curve.
Elevator doors opened.
Six tattooed thugs surrounded her.
"Miss Laurent, let us show you a good time tonight."
"You said you enjoyed it last time..."
The lead thug with bleached hair reached for her waist.