Chapter 226: Sienna Felt the Venom in Celeste's Voice Even Through

Sienna felt the venom in Celeste’s voice even through the phone. Her expression darkened instantly. Lucas was threatening her with legal action! If the artists filed a lawsuit, the court would issue a subpoena. Failure to comply would be seen as forfeiting her rights. How ruthless Lucas was! Did she intend to completely obliterate Summit Media? What chaos! Just then, Sienna’s assistant approached. “Ms. Duval, a woman named Penelope is here to see you. She claims to be Vanessa Bennett’s assistant. She asked me to deliver this letter.” Vanessa Bennett?

Sienna frowned. Although she was Summit Media’s director, she only invested for profit and rarely involved herself. Many employees didn’t even know she was the director until recent events exposed her. As for Vanessa, Sienna had only seen her at fashion shows. They were not acquainted. However, the scandals surrounding Vanessa had left a strong impression.

“Why would someone like her seek me out?” Sienna scoffed. “Burn that letter now!”

“But Penelope said this letter can help you defeat Lucas,” her assistant insisted.

Sienna’s eyes narrowed slightly. Defeat Lucas? That witch Lucas had stolen her spotlight and now threatened to ruin Summit Media! She constantly opposed Sienna. It was time to end this! With that thought, she took the letter from her assistant. Opening it, a single word lay quietly on the paper: [Mastiff.] Sienna’s expression shifted, a sinister smile curling her lips. Vanessa did not disappoint. This was a brilliantly malicious plan! She eagerly anticipated how Lucas would appear at the Starlight Gala tomorrow night!

Lucas was unbothered by her earlier exchange with Sienna. Her focus shifted to tomorrow night’s attire. The Starlight Gala would be her first major ceremony in the modeling industry. It would be her debut recognition in this field. Moreover, since Celeste Duval wanted to destroy her, it only strengthened Lucas’s resolve to prove herself to everyone! It was too late for a custom gown. Buying one from a luxury store lacked uniqueness. Suddenly, two soft knocks sounded at the door. Lucas looked up to see Derek standing there, seeming to have something to say.

Considering Noah was asleep, she stepped out and asked softly, “What is it?”

“Hmph. Follow me.” Derek turned toward the study.

Lucas followed him silently. His tall, strong figure gave off an unusual sense of security. Whenever Lucas glanced at him, her heart raced, forcing her to look away.

Inside the study, Derek picked up a cube-shaped box and handed it to her.

“Open it.” His voice was deep and pleasing.

She eyed the large matte black box, frowning in curiosity. She reached for it instinctively. Lifting the lid, her pupils dilated in shock.

Inside lay the gown designed by Mr. Ashford! The red dress contrasted exquisitely against the black box. Even folded, the phoenix embroidery was vibrant. The entire phoenix was stitched with pure gold thread, glowing as if alive. This was a masterpiece born from a lifetime of dedication. One glance conveyed its spirit and story.

Lucas’s brows furrowed in astonishment. Why did Derek have this gown? Was he the one who bought it from Mr. Ashford for ten billion?