Leo Snow, the acting head of LOVELESS headquarters, stood at the center of attention. He always wore a carefully crafted rose on his collar—his personal trademark and a symbol of his authority in the design world. That rose was also the emblem of the LOVELESS brand. "It's really Mr. Snow!" "The acting executive of LOVELESS came here himself!" Some reporters recognized him. All cameras quickly turned toward Leo. The crowd instinctively moved aside, creating a path for him. Meanwhile, the number of live stream viewers skyrocketed, reaching tens of millions in moments. Leo walked forward with natural elegance. As he passed Linda and Lisa, he didn't even glance their way. His eyes remained fixed on the stage—on Chloe.Chloe looked at the man who had just arrived and gave a gentle, relaxed smile. "Sorry, there was some delay after landing. I'm a little late," Leo said as he stepped onto the stage. He bowed slightly toward Chloe in a gentlemanly gesture. "My dear Mirabelle, I've been waiting so long for your return." Chloe's lips curved upward. "You came at just the right time." The moment she spoke, everyone froze. If Leo's first words had left people stunned and confused, his actions now provided the final proof. Leo was the acting executive of LOVELESS headquarters—the publicly recognized leader of the brand. He was the ultimate authority, the face of LOVELESS. And Leo had just called Chloe "Mirabelle." What did that mean? The calm woman on stage, who had remained unshaken despite the public criticism—Chloe—was the legendary, never-before-seen design icon: Mirabelle.[Who was Mirabelle?] The live chat exploded with questions. Soon, people claiming to be from the design industry began to explain. The story went back seven years, to what had become a design legend. Back then, LOVELESS wasn't yet the leading luxury brand—it was newly established. During that time, their exclusive chief designer, Mirabelle, created one collection that set the fashion world on fire and made LOVELESS famous worldwide. Mirabelle's designs were unique. Her use of lines and color combinations became standard test questions for hiring designers. If someone could master Mirabelle's color matching or capture the essence of her line work, it was proof of top-tier talent. Everyone waited for Mirabelle's next work, hoping she would step into the spotlight. Instead, at the peak of her fame, she chose to disappear. Counting the years, she had been gone for a long time.Lisa couldn't process what she was seeing and hearing. She stared blankly at Chloe, then at Leo, who had stepped back to stand respectfully beside her. This important figure from a top luxury brand, Leo, was someone young designers only dreamed of meeting. Forget about working with him—just seeing him in person was rare enough. And now... Leo was treating Chloe with such respect. Compared to Lisa's shock, Linda's reaction was even more extreme. The moment Leo appeared, Linda's heart sank. She couldn't accept what was happening. Chloe! The woman she saw as a rival—the one who had joined the company out of nowhere and taken the position Linda had always wanted—was actually the person she admired most, the designer she would have done anything to meet.Fate had played a cruel joke on her, and it wasn't funny at all. Linda couldn't believe she had copied and imitated Mirabelle's work. Of course she should have known. Mirabelle was her inspiration. She should have recognized at first glance that there was a hidden surprise behind the design of the Four Seasons collection. Now, looking back at those designs—the flowing lines, the unique color combinations... Everything about them shouted Mirabelle's style. How could she have done this? "What have I done?" Linda collapsed, her composure broken, and sank to the floor. The cameras captured everything—her fall, her breakdown, Leo's arrival. With all this, what more proof was needed? The Four Seasons collection was Chloe's design. Her position as design director at Cosmos Group was well-deserved. In fact, for someone like Mirabelle, the title was almost too modest. The entire venue was in shock. "Did we accidentally reveal a legend's true identity?" Landon raised his hand and patted Eugene lightly on the shoulder. "Man, you've got a sharp eye. She kept this hidden so well, and you saw right through her." Eugene didn't reply. He just smiled faintly, as if he had known how things would turn out from the very beginning.