Chapter 770

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On stage, the auctioneer spoke up again, “Is Ms. Aurora Bright in attendance tonight? If so, would you please stand and greet everyone?”
Linsey pressed her lips together, preparing to tell Gorman she didn’t want to reveal her identity.
But before she could speak, Gorman gently helped her to her feet. In an instant, all eyes in the room turned to her—Linsey, standing in silence with her mask on.
“Did you watch the competition yesterday? She clearly said the design was inspired by her child. That made it obvious.”
“She looks so young… Hard to believe she’s a mother.”
“But look at her elegance. Even with the mask, I can tell she’s beautiful.”
Collin’s expression shifted the moment he heard someone mention Aurora was a mother. A serious look clouded his eyes.
He was now sure—Aurora Bright was Linsey.
So… Linsey had a child?
His mind flashed back to the airport. That little girl who looked so much like Linsey—was she her daughter?
But then again… The girl had called Gorman Daddy.
Collin’s chest tightened, his breathing subtly strained.
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No. He didn’t want to believe it.
The thoughts running wild in his head made his face grow noticeably tense.
Haven, annoyed that an unknown designer had suddenly stolen the spotlight, noticed the way Collin’s expression changed—and quietly began to think things over.
Just then, a staff member approached Linsey and handed her a microphone.
Though she didn’t want to speak, it was impossible to avoid it now.
Linsey lowered her gaze and adjusted her voice, speaking in a soft, composed tone. “Good evening, everyone. I’m the designer, Aurora Bright. The piece on stage was created under very challenging conditions, and I’m aware it isn’t flawless. I…”
“I hope whoever wins the piece won’t be troubled by its imperfections. If any adjustments are needed later, I’ll gladly make them.”
She then added with quiet sincerity, “If no one wishes to bid, I’ll do my best to donate personally to the local charities in Grester.”
A curious voice from the audience rang out, “Ms. Bright, if you bid on your own design, aren’t you basically paying for it and donating the funds yourself?”
Linsey smiled gently and replied, “Yes—but in return, I’ve earned a name for myself, and in this industry, that’s priceless.”
The crowd chuckled, warmed by her honesty.
Even though they couldn’t see her face, there was something about her presence and words that drew people in. No one seemed the least bit put off.
When Linsey finally sat back down, her polite smile disappeared. She gave Gorman a look of mild frustration—as if to say, “Why did you make me stand up?”
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Message from Noah: Good evening dear ones. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
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