The Legend of Cinderella's Counterattack

Lawrence Lu's words were like a tranquilizer, calming my racing heart. Yes, no matter what my background was, he would always be by my side, and that was enough. I carefully locked the letter in a drawer and decided to ignore it for now. The most important thing right now was the upcoming fashion show, and I had to give it my all.

In the studio, I threw myself into the final preparations. Cutting, sewing, matching... every detail was meticulously crafted to perfection. I poured my heart and soul into this show, which not only represents my design philosophy but also holds the key to my continued success in the fashion industry.

Time flies, and it's the day before the fashion show. I'm looking at the dazzling array of works in the studio, feeling a sense of accomplishment. However, just then, a rapid ringing of the phone shatters the studio's tranquility.

"Hello, this is Lin Luoluo's studio." I picked up the phone.

"Ms. Lin, something bad has happened! Something happened in the studio... in the studio!" The housekeeper's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, intermittent, which made me tremble with fear.

My heart tightened, and an ominous premonition came over me. "Butler, don't be impatient. Tell me slowly. What happened?"

"Someone...someone broke into the studio and took...took your work..." Before the butler could finish his words, they turned into panic shouts.

Unable to remain calm any longer, I grabbed my coat, rushed out of the house, ran all the way to the garage, started the car, and rushed to the studio as fast as I could.

Along the way, all kinds of terrible images kept flashing through my mind, and I was extremely anxious. When I arrived at the studio, the scene in front of me made me stunned.

The door of the studio was wide open. The originally bright and tidy room was in a mess. Fabrics, scissors, and drawings were scattered all over the floor. My works were torn and trampled on, beyond recognition. The air was filled with a pungent smell of paint.

"My work! My hard work!" I rushed into the studio and looked at everything in front of me. I was so heartbroken that I couldn't breathe.

The housekeeper stood aside, his face pale and still in shock. "Ms. Lin, I... when I came here this morning, I found the studio door open. When I walked in... it was like this..."

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. Who was doing this, and why? Was they jealous of my talent and trying to ruin my career? Or was this connected to that mysterious letter?

I looked around and found that a piece of black cloth seemed to have fallen in the corner of the studio. I walked over to pick it up and took a closer look. Suddenly, I felt a chill from the soles of my feet to my heart.

I'm very familiar with this piece of fabric. It's made of the same material as the letter...

When Lawrence Lu rushed to the studio, I was squatting on the ground, clutching the black cloth tightly in my hand, my body trembling slightly. When he saw the mess in the studio, his face instantly darkened. He quickly walked over to me and hugged me tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was low and powerful, like a warm light, dispelling the fear and helplessness in my heart.

I raised my head and looked into Lawrence Lu’s deep eyes. Tears finally couldn’t help but burst out, “Who is it? Why did you do this?”

Lawrence Lu gently stroked my hair and comforted me softly, “Don’t worry, I will find out.”

He helped me to my feet, called a professional cleaning team, and began to carefully check every corner of the studio.

"Where's the surveillance?" I asked.

Lawrence Lu shook his head, “It was destroyed by someone.”

My heart sank again. It seemed that the other party came prepared and was very familiar with the situation in the studio.

“I’ve asked my assistant to retrieve the nearby surveillance footage, and I believe there will be results soon.” Lawrence Lu said, a cold light flashing in his eyes, “If anyone dares to touch my people, I will never let him go!”

I held Lawrence Lu's hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, and my heart felt a little more at ease. I knew that with him around, I didn't have to fear anything.

However, the development of things was far beyond our expectations.

That night, I was organizing the design drafts for tomorrow's use in my bedroom when suddenly my cell phone rang.

I picked up the phone and saw an unfamiliar number. After hesitating for a moment, I answered the call.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Lin Luoluo, long time no see." A gloomy and hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, which made me shudder.

I gripped the phone tightly and forced myself to calm down. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I know your secret." The other party's voice was low and threatening. "If you don't want you and your friends to get hurt, then listen to me obediently."

"What do you want?" My heart was in my throat.

"It's simple. Cancel tomorrow's fashion show." The other party sneered, "Otherwise, I will make you regret it!"

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone, leaving only a harsh busy tone.

My hand drooped limply, the phone slipping from my grasp and landing on the carpet with a dull thud. Cancel the fashion show? How could that be possible? This is all my hard work!

But if I don’t agree to his request, will he really hurt Lawrence Lu and my friends?

I was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do...

The phone screen went dark, illuminating my pale face. Canceling the fashion show? That's unbelievable! This isn't just a show; it's the fruit of my dreams, the product of countless people's hard work. I can't give up just like that! Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself. Since the other party chose to threaten me this way, it meant he wouldn't harm Lawrence Lu and the others for now. I still had time to figure it out.

I immediately dialed Lu Yuxuan's number, and his low, magnetic voice came from the other end of the line: "What's wrong, Lolo?" There was a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his voice, and it was obvious that he had put a lot of thought into investigating this matter.

"Yuxuan, I'm fine, don't worry." I tried to make my tone sound relaxed and natural. "I've decided that the fashion show will go on as usual!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and Lawrence Lu’s voice was filled with a hint of worry: “Lolo, are you sure? Since the other party dared to threaten you, they must have made some preparations. We can’t take any risks.”

"I know. I'm fully prepared," I interrupted him. "I've contacted the best security company and strengthened security in the studio and at the show. There will definitely be no problems."

Lawrence Lu sighed. He knew my temper. Once I made a decision, it would be hard to change it. "Okay, since you've made up your mind, I support you. But you have to promise me that you must be careful and I will always be by your side."

“Well, I promise you.” I hung up the phone, and a warm feeling surged in my heart. Lawrence Lu’s love and support are my greatest motivation.

Over the next few days, I devoted myself to the preparations for the fashion show, while also secretly observing everything around me, hoping to find some clues. Lawrence Lu also assigned additional personnel to secretly protect my safety and continue to investigate the identity of the mysterious man.

One night, Lu Yuxuan came home and told me solemnly that he had found some clues and that this mysterious person seemed to be related to my life experience. "Your adoptive parents seem to be hiding something." He handed me a document. "This is the information I found. Take a look for yourself."

I took the document and flipped through it. It contained some information about my adoptive parents, as well as things I'd never heard of. Suddenly, vague fragments flashed through my mind, images I'd deliberately forgotten. Could there really be some secret about my origins?

I raised my head and looked at Lawrence Lu, my eyes full of confusion and uneasiness. "What is going on? What secrets are hidden in my life experience?"

Lawrence Lu gently held me in his arms and whispered, "Don't worry, I will find out everything and protect you." His embrace was warm and strong, making me feel extremely at ease.

Yet, I felt a growing unease, a sense that something was about to happen. With the fashion show approaching, would that mysterious figure reappear? When would the mystery of my origins be solved?

Chapter 166 Shadow Reappears

The fashion show entered its final countdown, and the studio was filled with tension. I forced myself to ignore my uneasy premonitions and focus entirely on adjusting the clothing and training the model's movements. Lawrence Lu, concerned for my safety, turned down all other work and personally took charge of the studio, overseeing every detail of security.

“Relax, Lolo, you’ve done a great job.” Lawrence Lu walked behind me and gently pressed my shoulders, trying to ease my tension.

I took a deep breath and gave him a forced smile: "I know, I just...can't help but worry."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything." He held me in his arms, resting his chin on the top of my head, his tone gentle but firm, "I will protect you and won't let anyone hurt you."

His embrace made me feel at ease, but the lingering uneasiness was like a lingering shadow, hanging over my heart. In order to divert my attention, I plunged into work. Only when I was working could I temporarily forget those fears and anxieties.

However, fate always seems to like playing tricks on people. Just the day before the fashion show, I received an anonymous email. The email contained only a photo of a man, a man I had never seen before, but who gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The man wore a black windbreaker and a black hat with the brim pulled low, covering most of his face, revealing only his well-defined chin and slightly pale lips. He stood under a dead tree, his figure erect, yet exuding a gloomy aura.

I stared at the photo for a long time, and suddenly some blurry images flashed through my mind, some images that I had deliberately forgotten. Those fragmented images made me feel inexplicably fearful and sad.

"What's wrong?" Lawrence Lu noticed my abnormality, walked to my side and asked in a low voice.

I handed him the phone and asked in a trembling voice, "Do you... know this person?"

Lawrence Lu took the phone, looked at the photo carefully, and frowned slightly: “I don’t know him, what’s wrong? Who is he?”

"I don't know..." I shook my head, trying to stay calm, "but I always feel that he is very dangerous, and...he is related to my life experience."

My intuition has always been accurate, but this time, my intuition tells me that this man will be the biggest crisis in my life.