The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress-Chapter 63 - 062: UM’s Assistant

This statement stirred waves in everyone's hearts, causing the atmosphere in the hall to transform instantly. It became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Yu Zhi lazily crossed her arms in front of her chest. She glanced at the man who was leisurely walking in from the doorway, the corners of her lips curling into a subtle arc.

"You must be mistaken, right? How could my dress possibly be fake?" Yu Xinman's expression faltered slightly.

Her peripheral vision involuntarily swept across the crowd around her, and her ears buzzed as though she could hear countless voices pointing fingers and even mocking.

Yu Xinman's hand hanging by her side instinctively clenched the hem of her dress, yet her pride compelled her to straighten her back again.

The man smiled elegantly. "I wouldn't be mistaken." His tone was resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

"Excuse me, sir, who might you be...?"

Baisong reacted quickly, stepping between the two of them while discreetly sizing up the man.

The man retrieved a cardholder from his pocket, slid out a business card, and handed it to him.

Baisong took it and glanced at it. Upon confirming he did not recognize the man, his tone shifted: "This is a private banquet. Who let you in?"

He stuffed the business card back into the man's hand and signaled to Uncle Fang behind him, preparing to have the man escorted out.

"I was the one who brought him in. President Yu, do you feel there's something inappropriate about that?" A woman with striking red lips glanced enigmatically at Baisong.

She placed her wine glass back onto the servant's tray and coyly hooked her arm around Kevin's.

Baisong's face turned faintly dark. The Chairman Zhang before him happened to be involved in a project they were negotiating; at this critical juncture, even the slightest misstep could not be afforded.

After weighing it over internally, he awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Chairman Zhang, you're too kind. It's entirely my error for not recognizing this distinguished guest sooner."

The woman smiled seductively, hiding her lips halfway. "President Yu is busy with so many affairs; it's understandable why he might not know Mr. Kevin well."

As soon as she finished speaking, the surrounding ladies and socialites all gasped in amazement.

In this circle, most people had heard of Kevin's reputation.

Not only was he the assistant to the designer of U·M, but he was also a jewelry identification expert.

Every piece of jewelry used in U·M's designs was exclusively handled by him.

"I didn't expect it to be Mr. Kevin..."

"No wonder he was so resolute when he said Miss Yu's dress was fake."

"I had doubts from the start. U·M's dresses are never as easy to acquire as she claimed."

"Yeah, this is really embarrassing."

"..."

The hall buzzed with discussions, and whether it was their words or attitudes, they overwhelmingly sided with Kevin.

Many of them aimed to curry favor with Kevin. Leaving aside U·M's ability to tailor a unique outfit through his connections, being their jewelry supplier in partnership could yield remarkable profits in the current market.

"It's not true!" Yu Xinman shook her head, stepping forward hurriedly to glare furiously at Kevin. "Do you have proof? Just saying my dress is fake doesn't make it fake!"

At this moment, she had completely cast aside any notions of elegance and poise.

Her mind was consumed by images of other people's contemptuous gazes and mocking smiles.

Standing at the long table, Zhou Lu and He Zhenzhen quickly chimed in to support her: "Exactly, don't speak nonsense now!"

"This dress was gifted by Xinman's dad—how could it possibly be fake?!"

Chairman Chen cast the three young women before him a meaningful glance and patted Kevin on the arm.

Seeing this, Kevin gripped her hand and smiled indulgently. He then turned to Yu Xinman and said, "This Dreamlike Butterfly Shadow design was purchased by an actress the very day it was released. If you have doubts, you can check the scenes from this year's Golden Phoenix Award ceremony."

"Let's check then!" Zhou Lu quickly took out her phone and began searching right in front of him.

Yu Xinman trembled, reaching out with shaking hands to stop her. "Lu Lu..." Her throat felt like it had been scraped by jagged shards of glass; every movement brought searing pain.

When Kevin had spoken, she already knew the truth internally, but she could not bring herself to endure this humiliation again.

She bit her lip, her face pale: "Forget it... don't look it up."

Unfortunately, this statement came too late.

Zhou Lu hesitated as she glanced at her, lowering her voice considerably. "Xinman... he's right."

The actress in question was quite famous. With just a casual search, all the pictures from that day came flooding out, including the prominently featured two-letter logo of 'U·M' in the headlines.

Yu Xinman's body quivered as she lowered her head slightly, her eyes filled with gloom.

The whispers and murmurs from the crowd pierced her ears like sharp blades, mercilessly stabbing at her heart.

Yu Xinman dug her nails into her palm, and when she looked up again, her eyes brimmed with tears. She questioned Baisong bitterly, "Dad, why?"

Why would he buy her a fake dress? Why choose today, of all days, to let her lose face in front of so many people?

Baisong also felt uneasy. This fiasco not only disgraced Yu Xinman but tarnished the reputation of the Yu Family as well.

His eyes darted about briefly, and he quickly shifted all the blame away. "Xinman, it's because Dad trusted the wrong person. Tomorrow, I'll have Secretary Ma dismiss whoever was responsible!"

Baisong stepped closer and patted her back, whispering reassuringly, "It's okay, don't worry. Dad will buy you more dresses in the future—any amount you want, I'll get them for you."

"Is this about how many dresses you buy?!" Yu Xinman shoved his hand away, her gaze flashing with resentment. "It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

Her appearance grew somewhat twisted. Much of her makeup had been ruined by her crying, leaving her tears streaked with black, her lashes glued together messily.

Yu Zhi watched this unfolding scene, her smile deepening in her eyes. She quickly sent out a text message, took a small sip of juice, feeling immeasurably delighted.

The crying and commotion persisted. Not a single person stepped forward to offer comfort; everyone simply stood by, indifferent, enjoying the spectacle.

Baisong, having lost face now, found his polished facade of composure slipping. Suppressing his irritation, he shot Yuan Li a look.

Yuan Li understood immediately, quickly grasping Yu Xinman's arm and pinching lightly. She smiled apologetically toward the crowd: "Sorry, it seems my daughter was being thoughtless. I hope everyone doesn't mind."

With these pleasantries said, she led Yu Xinman upstairs to help her calm down while leaving Baisong to handle the matters downstairs.

"Bang—"

As soon as Yu Xinman entered the bedroom, she swept all the bottles and jars off the dressing table onto the floor.

She wailed loudly, "Why did it have to turn out like this? Why!"

Yu Xinman's trembling hands frantically tugged at the zipper on her waistline, her tear-streaked face contorted with madness.