I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

“My wardrobe for the whole next year depends on this launch. Sophie better not screw this up!”

“Heard the press has been camped outside the Morgan Group for a week and still got nothing. They’re keeping things tighter than ever. Usually, you can at least snag a leak or two.”

Behind closed doors, Lena scrolled on her phone the moment she woke up, checking every scrap of news about the Spring Collection.

Other than Sophie, she was the most anxious for the show to begin.

Her eyes glinted coldly.

Sophie, this time you’re finished.

Under the public spotlight, the Morgan Group’s Spring Collection finally began.

To echo the season’s theme, Sophie had arranged the show in Riverland’s largest eco–park.

A vast green lawn stretched under open sky, trees circled the venue, birds swooped overhead, and if they were lucky, guests might even glimpse

rainbow after the rain.

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When the guests arrived, their faces betrayed a mix of curiosity and doubt.

They’d been to plenty of shows, but never one this simple–or this raw. Still, it was the Morgan Group. Even if they weren’t impressed, they wouldn’t dare voice complaints.

Backstage, Sophie and her designers were a whirlwind of last–minute checks.

In a quieter corner, the Chandler family stood watching.

“Our little Sophie really grew up,” Mrs. Chandler whispered, eyes glistening.

Mr. Chandler squeezed her shoulder. “Enough. She’s busy. Let her finish her work in peace.”

He led his wife away.

Ethan Chandler lingered just long enough to snap a photo of his sister, saving the moment. Seeing her free of Liam, throwing herself into what she loved–he could finally relax.

As soon as they left, Lena swept backstage carrying a bouquet.

“Congratulations, Sophie,” she chirped, handing over the flowers with a sugary smile.

“You wouldn’t reject a kind gesture, would you?”

Sophie subtly shifted, blocking the models and staff behind her. She accepted the bouquet with a calm face.

“If it really is kindness, why would I refuse?”

Lena’s smile didn’t falter.

“You still love to joke. Of course it’s kindness. You must be busy, so I’ll leave you to it. I can’t wait to see your big moment.”

The second Lena disappeared, Sophie shoved the bouquet into a staffer’s arms

“Throw it out. And check everything–make sure nothing’s been tampered with.”

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Though puzzled, her team obeyed. Every item was checked and cleared. Sophie finally exhaled.

Maybe I’m just paranoid….

“Ahh! My face! Sophie, my face!”

A model shrieked. Sophie rushed over.

The girl’s skin was inflamed, covered in angry red welts.

“She’s our finale model! If she can’t walk–what do we do?”

Panic rippled through the team. Everyone knew how much blood and sweat had gone into this show, especially the centerpiece design Sophie had crafted herself.

Without it, their entire launch would collapse.

“Send her to the hospital now. Call the backup model,” Sophie ordered, keeping her voice steady.

Minutes later, the messenger returned pale–faced.

“The backup was in a car accident on her way here. Her leg’s injured–she can’t walk.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

“That dress was tailored to her exact figure. No one else can wear it… If the finale piece doesn’t appear, we–Sophie!”

The designer’s voice cut off as Sophie swayed, almost collapsing.

They caught her, alarmed.

“Manager Chandler, you don’t look well. Should I call a doctor?”

“No.” She shook her head firmly and unwrapped a piece of chocolate, letting the sweetness steady her nerves.

“The show’s starting,” someone whispered. From outside came the sound of soft, lilting music–the cue for models to take their places.

Sophie had chosen that music herself. It had once felt airy, dreamlike. Now it hammered against her chest like a death knell.

“Get the models to the lineup. The rest of you support them. I’ll handle this.”

Her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. She didn’t even flinch at the sting.

She couldn’t break.

Not now.

She had to hold the line.

“Manager Chandler, the models know what to do. Let us stay-”

“Go.”

Her voice cracked like a whip. The designers froze, then obeyed, leading the models out.

Left alone. Sophie lifted the scissors, her eyes sharp as she approached the finale piece.

Anyone waiting to see her fall-

not in this lifetime.

The piano faded. Percussion swelled.

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Though puzzled, her team obeyed. Every item was checked and cleared. Sophie finally exhaled.

Maybe I’m just paranoid…

“Ahh! My face! Sophie, my face!”

A model shrieked. Sophie rushed over.

The girl’s skin was inflamed, covered in angry red welts.

“She’s our finale model! If she can’t walk–what do we do?”

Panic rippled through the team. Everyone knew how much blood and sweat had gone into this show, especially the centerpiece design Sophie had crafted herself.

Without it, their entire launch would collapse.

“Send her to the hospital now. Call the backup model,” Sophie ordered, keeping her voice steady.

Minutes later, the messenger returned pale–faced.

“The backup was in a car accident on her way here. Her leg’s injured–she can’t walk.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

“That dress was tailored to her exact figure. No one else can wear it… If the finale piece doesn’t appear, we–Sophie!”

The designer’s voice cut off as Sophie swayed, almost collapsing.

They caught her, alarmed.

“Manager Chandler, you don’t look well. Should I call a doctor?”

“No.” She shook her head firmly and unwrapped a piece of chocolate, letting the sweetness steady her nerves.

“The show’s starting,” someone whispered. From outside came the sound of soft, lilting music–the cue for models to take their places.

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