Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1077

"I don't know," Howell said, sounding as honest as could be. Yet, nobody believed him. It seemed like Howell was keeping something under wraps. But with his lips sealed tight, they couldn't squeeze any details out of him, so they just let it slide.

Rafael and Cecelia took the stage by storm, lighting up the room as the final act. After their stunning walk down the runway, they lingered, soaking in the applause. The crowd was going wild, chanting for Cecelia, the goddess, and Rafael. Cameras were flashing like crazy, capturing every moment. The energy in the room hit a fever pitch!

The judges were nodding with satisfaction, and it was clear to everyone with a keen eye that Florik Entertainment was a shoe-in for the win. The media had their articles all lined up, just waiting for the official announcement so they could rush to snag the front-page headlines.

Aisha watched Cecelia bask in the spotlight, knowing the time was ripe. She wanted to see Cecelia take a fall at her proudest moment. She nudged Liam and Peyton forward.

On stage, the host was rattling off the rankings, counting down from the top ten. Just before announcing first place, there was a dramatic pause. "In this fashion show, first place goes to Florik Entertainment! Congratulations to Florik Entertainment!"

Henrik and designer Taylor were heading to the stage when suddenly—"Hold on! Florik Entertainment doesn't deserve this championship!" a voice rang out.

The cheers that were about to explode were abruptly silenced. Reporters paused, fingers hovering over their keyboards. Everyone turned to see who had the guts to challenge Florik Entertainment's victory. If not Florik Entertainment, then who?

Flora, who had been resting her head on Connor's shoulder, turned to look, her gaze icy.

As confusion spread, Liam turned his attention to Cecelia. "And—Cecelia!" he spat, his face contorting with anger. "I raised you all these years, and now that you've found a big-shot sugar daddy, you send him to beat up your own father? Damn you—"

He was about to let loose a string of curses when Peyton pulled him back to reality, and he switched to playing the victim card for the media.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Cecelia's adoptive father. I took her in when she was just a little girl, five or six years old. I've cared for her for over a decade, and now that she's rich and famous, a big star, she wants nothing to do with us!"