Bella Woods instinctively looked at Cyan Marshall, and just like her, Cyan had a puzzled expression.
They didn't know what Oliver Hughes was up to.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Oliver Hughes laughed, "I just thought, last time the engagement party was such a mess, and Bella Woods didn't get an official identity. This time, we ought to make it grander to give her a formal status."
"As for the dress..."
Oliver Hughes looked at the models on the runway with a rather disdainful expression, "These dresses are not that great."
The models on the runway were taken aback by this comment and didn't know whether to continue or stop.
Obviously, Oliver Hughes was someone with little patience. He reached out and pulled Bella Woods up, resting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'll take her for now. She'll be back by dinner time."
After speaking, Oliver Hughes led Bella Woods away.
