The Legend of Cinderella's Counterattack

"Lolo, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Lu Yuxuan's concerned voice came to my ears. I tried hard to open my heavy eyelids, and everything in front of me gradually became clear.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." I gave him a reassuring smile, but I felt a lingering unease. Ever since giving birth, I've been having nightmares. They're filled with bizarre scenes, making it hard to tell reality from fantasy.

Lawrence Lu considerately tucked the corner of the quilt for me and said softly, "The doctor said you are suffering from postpartum fatigue and need to rest well. Don't think too much. I will take care of everything."

I nodded, but my heart was filled with even more anxiety. I had this nagging feeling that something was about to happen, a nagging feeling that made me uneasy.

As the days passed, my body gradually recovered, but the uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger, especially near my studio, where I always felt like someone was secretly watching me.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so bad?" Lu Yuxuan keenly noticed my abnormality, put down the documents in his hand and asked with concern.

I shook my head, not wanting to worry him: "Maybe the design drafts haven't been going well lately, so I don't have much appetite."

He didn't ask any more questions, but just gently held me in his arms and comforted me softly: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself, just let everything take its course."

However, that very night, the surveillance video in my studio was tampered with, and the picture was full of snow and nothing could be seen clearly.

"How could this happen?" I looked at the snowflakes on the screen and felt even more uneasy.

Lawrence Lu’s face was solemn, he hugged me in his arms, and said in a deep voice: “Don’t be afraid, I will find out.”

The next day, I went to my studio as usual, only to find the flowerbed outside had been trampled, with strange symbols scattered across the ground. My heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding washed over me. Just then, a dark figure flashed by and disappeared around the corner.

I grabbed Lu Yuxuan's arm and said, still in shock, "I saw him! He's here again!" Lu Yuxuan frowned and immediately retrieved the surveillance footage around the studio. Unfortunately, as we expected, the shadowy figure always appeared in the blind spot of the surveillance. Only a blurry shadow could be seen, and the face could not be clearly seen.

"What on earth does he want to do?" I felt a chill, as if a pair of invisible eyes were peeping at me in the dark, making me shudder.

“Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.” Lawrence Lu held me tightly in his arms, “It seems we have to take the initiative to find out the identity and purpose of this person.”

Lawrence Lu used his connections in the business world to secretly investigate. A few days later, he handed me a report with a frown on his face. "We've found some clues. This person is related to an ancient European fashion family called 'Drummond.'"

"Drummond?" I seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but I couldn't remember where.

"This is a very low-key yet influential family," Lawrence Lu explained. "They hardly engage in any commercial activities and focus solely on the design and production of clothing inherited from their family. They are said to possess many lost ancient techniques and design drawings."

"Could it be that they're attracted to my designs?" I thought to myself, "But my design philosophy has always been modern and simple. It shouldn't have anything to do with ancient family heritage, right?"

"Perhaps some of your design elements have inadvertently touched them," Lu Yuxuan mused, "or perhaps they need some of your design talents. In short, we must proceed with caution and find out their true intentions."

"The Drummonds..." I chewed the name over and over again, a strange sense of familiarity washing over me. I paced my studio, fashion magazines piled high on my workbench, sketches scattered across the floor. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. An old European fashion history book caught my eye. The cover bore the crest of that mysterious family! With trembling hands, I flipped open the pages, eagerly searching for any mention of the Drummonds.

"Found it!" I exclaimed, pointing to a portrait on the page. "Look, doesn't this person look like the shadow in the surveillance video?"

Lawrence Lu took a closer look and saw that it was a black and white photo of a man with a stern face. Although it was a long time ago, one could still vaguely make out his deep eye sockets and high nose bridge, which was indeed somewhat similar to the black shadow in the surveillance video.

"This person is Adrian Drummond, the founder of the Drummond family," Lawrence Lu said, pointing to the caption below the photo. "It is said that he is a talented designer and a mysterious prophet. He once predicted that in the future there will be a woman from the East who will carry forward the Drummond family's clothing design."

"The woman from the East..." I muttered to myself. Could it be referring to me? But this is too incredible! I tried hard to recall everything about the Drummond family. Suddenly, a long-forgotten memory fragment flashed through my mind.

"I remember now!" I said excitedly, "Before I traveled through time, I once saw an antique dress belonging to the Drummond family at an antique auction, and I took a photo of it at that time!" I hurriedly searched through the photo album on my phone and finally found the photo.

The photo shows an exquisitely crafted white lace long dress with lifelike floral patterns embroidered on the hem and a huge sapphire inlaid at the neckline, exuding a mysterious and noble atmosphere.

"That's it!" I said, pointing to the sapphire in the photo. "I remember there was a strange symbol engraved on this sapphire. I studied it curiously for a long time."

Lawrence Lu took the phone and looked at it carefully, his expression gradually becoming serious: “This symbol… I seem to have seen it somewhere…”

"I remember now!" Lawrence Lu suddenly slapped his forehead and pointed at the symbol on the photo. "Isn't this the Drummond family crest? I once saw a record about this family in an ancient book. It's said that they possess..." He lowered his voice, leaned close to my ear, and said in a tone that was almost whispering, "The ability to predict the future."

I covered my mouth in surprise. Could it be that Lawrence Lu also believed in such a fantasy thing?

He seemed to see through my thoughts, held my hand and said, "I know this sounds incredible, but there are many things we can't explain, just like... you coming to me." His eyes were gentle and deep, as if containing the stars in the universe.

My heart warmed. Yes, if even time travel has happened, what else is impossible?

We decided to start with the family genealogy to see if we could find more information about the connection between the prophecy and me. Lawrence Lu used his connections and finally found the Drummond family genealogy from a private museum overseas.

Just when we were at a loss for what to do with this ancient parchment scroll, the doorbell of the studio suddenly rang. I was startled and a sense of foreboding came over me.

Lawrence Lu made a “reassured” gesture, walked to the door, and looked out through the peephole.

"Don't worry, it's a lady," he said, opening the door.

A tall and elegant lady in a black business suit stood at the door. She had long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, and her turquoise eyes were deep and captivating, as if she could see through everything.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Are you Miss Lin Luoluo?" She spoke fluent Chinese in a clear and pleasant voice.

"Yes, may I ask who you are..." I asked cautiously, full of doubts.

She smiled slightly and handed over a gold-stamped business card: "I'm Isabella Drummond, nice to meet you."