The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 170

Helen quickly recovered and glared at Vivienne.

"You think turning Mike's perfectly fine one-shoulder gown into a common strapless dress is considered design?"

"Exactly." Hazel joined Helen on the runway, crossed her arms, and chuckled. Her eyes disdainfully glanced at the gradient dress that Vivienne had altered. "I thought you had some real talent. But this is just mediocre."

"What’s the rush?" Vivienne glanced at them indifferently.

"You've ruined this dress!" Helen shrieked, unable to contain her anger. "Mike hates anyone tampering with his designs! If our collaboration with Mike's independent brand is ruined because of you, I won't let you off the hook!”

"And?" Vivienne responded expressionlessly. "Wasn't it you who asked me to change it? Why are you complaining now?”

"You just changed it because we asked? Who do you think you are?!” Helen found Vivienne's arrogance unbelievable. "Mike wouldn't even give a second glance to someone as tasteless as you!”

"Heh, this is the first time I've seen someone so full of themselves." Hazel looked at Vivienne mockingly. "Let's see. If Mike praises your alteration, I'll shave my head right here on this runway!”

Vivienne lightly lifted her lashes as her gaze swept towards Hazel. She suddenly laughed. Her laughter was enchanting and captivating. "Shave your head? I like that! Are you sure you want to compete?”

"Definitely!" Hazel made a firm stand. "If Mike really praises you, I won't just shave my head here and now; I'll keep it bald for the rest of my life!”

"Very well." Vivienne nodded. "Then let's compete!"

She cut out an irregular step shape at the chest of the dress with her scissors, then sewed some cloth strips cut out from the butterfly she had torn off earlier, making a lapel design.

The dress had already been cut by Vivienne. It was too late for Helen to stop her now, so she just stood aside coldly, thinking about how she was going to explain to Mike later and put all the blame on Vivienne.

As she was pondering, she suddenly heard a wave of discussion from below the stage, pointing at Vivienne.

"This alteration actually looks really good.”

"Indeed. It's the same dress, but this modification makes it completely different."

"Mr. Ellington's fiancée is quite talented."

After hearing this, Hazel's face also darkened slightly, but from her angle, where she was standing with Helen, she could only see the back of Vivienne blocking the view of the dress. She couldn't see what the dress looked like now.

Just as she was about to pull Helen to check it out, a man walked out from backstage with a puzzled face.

“Mike!” Helen hurriedly greeted him.

“What’s happening? Why aren't the models continuing to walk?” Mike asked.

“Mike, I'm really sorry. Someone audaciously destroyed your dress on the spot, claiming she wanted to change your design.” Helen looked like she was about to cry. "It's all my fault for not stopping her and for not protecting your work.”

“It’s not Helen’s fault.” Hazel also came over and added fuel to the fire. "It's all because of that arrogant Vivienne. She belittled your design to nothing and said that once you see her alterations, you will only praise her and not dare criticize.”

Mike frowned. Like Helen, he could only see Vivienne's back and not the current state of the dress.

It had to be said that Vivienne's back was beautiful. The soft blue light of the runway cast a mysterious veil over her silhouette as her graceful shoulder blades gently undulated with the movements of her hands.

If she weren't such an arrogant person who didn't understand the concept of respecting other people's work, Mike thought he would have asked her to be the model for his first season based on this silhouette alone.

What a pity.