She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 535

Yolene's fans immediately seized the opportunity to portray her as a victim.

"This video was secretly recorded, right? Our Yolene gets bullied behind the scenes by these so-called A-listers, and people still call her manipulative? She's the one being targeted!"

Renee's fans fought back just as fiercely. "Renee is straightforward and real. If she hates Yolene that much, you can bet Yolene is a manipulative snake!"

Amidst the fan wars, Élégance's official account released a statement: [@Yolene, keep focusing on your work. The world will see your light. See you on the runway!]

Seeing an official brand step in to back Yolene, the internet outrage intensified.

Then, Bloomberry—an account that had been dormant since its change in ownership—suddenly broke its silence.

[Clowns.]

That single word from Bloomberry dropped into the boiling pot of public opinion like an ice cube into hot oil, instantly making the internet explode.

...

Flavia followed Holt into the Bloomberry dressing room. The bandages were still wrapped around her wrists, and she looked visibly frail.

"We had a bit of a run-in out there. Sorry we're late," Flavia murmured.

"I know. I'm the one who sent Holt to look for you." Loyce studied Flavia's pale, makeup-free face, her gaze lingering.

In truth, Flavia had stunning, youthful features. But unlike Yolene's manufactured innocence, Flavia had a mature, refined elegance born from real-world experience. It was a far more sophisticated kind of beauty.

Loyce suddenly glanced at the "Spring" trench coat on the rack and signaled Giselle to bring it over.

As the coat was wheeled forward, Flavia immediately recognized it from Yolene's post. Her eyes widened. "W-wait, isn't this Élégance's design? I saw it in the photo Yolene just posted."

"Élégance stole it from Bloomberry," Renee scoffed. "They're a bunch of snakes."

After her initial shock, Flavia realized it made perfect sense. She had witnessed Loyce's capabilities firsthand. If Loyce said they stole it, they stole it.

Every time someone tried to destroy Loyce online, she always hit back twice as hard. The Seabrook women had already suffered plenty at her hands. It seemed they had walked right into the firing line again.

"It's breathtaking."

Even with her pale complexion, the unique design of the coat made her radiate an indescribable glow. It was the look of a woman who had weathered a storm but retained her resilience and grace.

Giselle was equally impressed. "I honestly don't think you need any extra styling. Just like this, you perfectly embody my vision of Spring—the feeling of winter thawing and new life breaking through the frost."

It was a profound depth that Yolene's forced "girl-next-door" aesthetic could never touch.

Renee let out a sigh of relief. "Looks like this coat was meant for Flavia all along."

"No. Its concept and meaning ensure it looks stunning on anyone who wears it," Loyce corrected smoothly. She looked Flavia up and down. "Giselle is right. You don't need makeup; your natural complexion works perfectly. And leave the bandages on your wrists. They make an excellent prop."

Having been battered by the ruthless, youth-obsessed entertainment industry, Flavia's self-esteem was at rock bottom. She touched her face nervously. "Are you sure I shouldn't wear makeup?"

"Do you think you're ugly, or do you think you're incompetent?" Loyce countered.