She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 533

It was a jet that had already taken off and been ordered to turn back.

As the cabin doors opened, Lucian was sitting inside, looking immaculately sharp. He watched the wind whip Renee's hair around and asked calmly, "What's wrong with my future wife?"

Renee rolled her eyes. "You are completely whipped, aren't you? If I hadn't mentioned Loyce, you would've left me stranded. As long as her name is attached, you'll drop everything."

Lucian's expression remained stoic. "Are you getting on the plane, or are you swimming to the island?"

Without another word, Renee hauled Flavia on board.

...

Despite the rush, they managed to reach the island just before the opening show.

Renee practically dragged Flavia toward the backstage area. Lucian had initially planned to leave, but after Robert murmured a quick update in his ear, he stepped off the plane and took a leisurely stroll toward the venue as well.

The backstage corridors were packed. Flavia, already dizzy from blood loss, stumbled and accidentally bumped into a young woman carrying a garment bag.

Renee hadn't grabbed her in time, and neither had the woman.

"Hey!"

Seeing Flavia falling toward her, the girl aggressively shoved her backward to protect the dress.

"Ah!" Flavia hit the floor hard, her ears ringing.

The assistant, who had managed to keep her balance and protect the garment bag, didn't even bother looking at who she had pushed. She immediately started yelling. "What is wrong with you?! Watch where you're going! You scared me half to death!"

Flavia, already incredibly weak, saw stars. The impact sent a sharp throb through her bandaged wrists, and she couldn't summon the strength to stand up.

"I'm sorry," Flavia murmured, knowing she was at fault.

The assistant's eyes welled up with fake tears as she backed against the wall. "Aren't you just using your fame to bully a regular worker right now?!"

Just then, a delicate, slightly arrogant voice drifted down the hall. "What's going on? Why is everyone arguing in the hallway? Don't you know the show is about to start?"

Yolene strolled over, surrounded by an entourage. She was fully made-up and wearing a silk robe, looking visibly annoyed by the commotion.

But when her eyes landed on Flavia—pale as a ghost and leaning heavily on Renee—she froze. A second later, an undisguised smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Flavia?" she asked, feigning shock. "Are you walking for a brand today too?"

Flavia's eyes burned with hatred. "You're very proud of yourself, aren't you?"

"What do I have to be proud of?" Yolene played the picture of innocence. Her eyes drifted down to Flavia's wrists, where faint traces of blood were seeping through the bandages. She immediately reached out, grabbing Flavia's wrist with fake concern. "Oh my god, Flavia! What happened here? Just because Mr. Lonsdale cut you off professionally doesn't mean you should try to kill yourself."

Flavia violently yanked her hand away, and Renee immediately stepped in front of her, glaring at Yolene's smug face. "Weren't you totally washed up a minute ago? Kicked out of Jasyn Media, drowning in bad press? How did you bounce back so fast? Which rich old man did you latch onto this time?"