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Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 14

"What..." The scene was immediately astir as everyone was shocked. Could she be the organizer of this event?

At this moment, Vania looked radiant and beautiful, her eyes mesmerizing and the corners of her mouth turned up. Not only that, but she carried herself with extraordinary refinement like a pure and noble angel free of all vulgarity that came straight out of a painting. Amid the crowd's gasps of surprise, she slowly walked up on stage under everyone's stare. "Hi, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Vania Greyson, the organizer of this event."

Melanie clenched her fists hard at the sight of the scene. Vania is the organizer of this event? How is that possible? She's just someone disowned by the Greyson Family! And to think that she might even

know Master Mia in person!

On the other hand, Hanson was startled at first before a smile curved his lips. To think that she is the organizer...

Morales and Morgan's admiration for Vania grew, so much so that they never took their eyes off her. Seems like were right; Miss Vania really is an outstanding person.

Looking at the audience's expressions, Vania spoke on stage with perfect poise. "Now that we're nearing the end of the event, I'd like to share my latest work with you. This piece of work is for my..." As she spoke, she paused for a moment with a slight, sad smile on her lips. "It's for my beloved."

Beloved? Hanson was startled when he heard the word. She's got a boyfriend?

On the other hand, Melanie found Vania's words amusing. Turns out it's all for their sake, huh? Well, since she cares so much about them, I'll never let her find her so-called beloved.

Just then, the event's hostess brought the latest product of design on stage, presenting it before the public. The large screen behind them was also displaying the product as well.

Upon seeing the actual product, everyone was astonished. The design of this product is comparable to that of Master Mia's. To think that Vania Greyson is not only the organizer of this event but also a jewelry designer comparable to Master Mia!

Some veteran designers who had authority in the field of design spoke. "I truly can't believe my eyes. For so many years, there's never been a piece of work that contains such a wealth of feelings."

The bigwigs in the business world sighed with admiration as well. "I dare say that if this product is put on sale, it'll definitely break the jewelry sales record."

Apart from being used as a pendant or an accessory of any size by itself, Vania's design could be used as a part of an accessory. However, it was displayed mainly as a pendant today. The pendant's main body was made of light yellow Hotan jade and engraved with an exquisite floral pattern. Upon a closer look, one could even make out the pattern of what seemed like a mother holding a baby in her arms on it.

Over the course of the pendant's display, the scene displayed on the large screen in the background changed from beautiful pavilions to streams of busy traffic to clouds that constantly gathered and dispersed, expressing feelings of separation and reunion via the changes in everything on earth.

Amid the sentimental atmosphere, the song "On The Nature Of Daylight" suddenly played in the background.

Morales and Morgan were profoundly drawn to the transitioning scenes. What a talented woman Miss Vania is! If we were the ones who designed it, we wouldn't have thought about this much.

Hanson's eyes narrowed slightly to conceal a flicker of surprise.

Just then, all the lights at the scene dimmed. All that was left was the scene of a blurry, seemingly unreal silhouette of an ethereally beautiful woman standing by the window and staring up at the moon as displayed on the screen. Vania's melodious voice rang as if from far away, touching the hearts of everyone. "Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream..."

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