From the audience, Ryan gazed intently at Sarah on stage, a faint smile softening his features.
Yet beside him, his sister Nathalie was seething with resentment.
"That design was a collaboration between the three of us.
Why should Beauty hog all the spotlight?
She's nothing but a sly fox—what's there to be so proud of?"
Though she muttered under her breath, her brother caught every word.
Ryan's brows furrowed slightly as he shot her a warning glance.
"With so many media outlets here today, watch your tongue."
Nathalie's eyes reddened with frustration.
Clenching her teeth, she retorted, "You only care about Sarah!
When have you ever stood up for your own sister?
We worked on those pieces together—why should she be the sole spokesperson, basking in all the glory?"
"Aren't you going on stage later to share the romantic story behind your design?
It won't look good if you're scowling now," Ryan replied in a hushed tone.
