I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Sophie, you didn’t think I’d only prepared this much for you, did you? Hurry and bring out your finale piece. I can’t wait to watch you fall.

The music’s beat grew heavier, the models‘ footsteps sharper.

Then suddenly, the pounding rhythm slowed. Lights blazed across the stage,

The models in the center drifted away, revealing a lone figure in white.

She walked forward to the haunting music, a single spotlight enveloping her like a divine halo.

The pearl–studded mermaid gown clung to every curve of her body, its jewel white cape covering the top half of her face.

Only her flawless chin and flame–red lips showed beneath, parting slightly as though a goddess whispered secrets to the world.

In the front row, Marcus’s eyes shifted, the corners of his lips faintly curving.

The audience gasped, then fell into awed murmurs.

“She looks unreal… divine, even.”

“Who is that model? That presence–like a deity!”

“That dress is stunning, but her aura makes it transcend. No one else could wear it like that.”

From her seat, Lena leaned back, a deeper smile twisting her lips.

Praise her higher. The harder she climbs, the further she’ll fall.

Then came the cry:

“Look–what’s happening? The gown’s falling apart!”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

The finale model should have stopped at the stage center to pose. Instead, she kept striding forward, unflinching.

As her steps quickened, pearls and gemstones began raining from her hem, leaving a glittering trail behind.

“Oh no–such a huge mistake on the finale piece?!”

“She should leave the stage immediately! If she keeps going, the whole gown will unravel!”

“The Morgan Group’s Spring Collection is always the industry’s highlight. To batch it here–the design manager might get fired for this.”

“What a shame. I was just thinking I’d borrow that dress for the next gala.”

But the model walked on as though deaf, determined.

The runway was long, stretching like eternity itself. With every step, the gown shed more jewels.

At the farthest edge, she rose on tiptoe and stood motionless.

No gestures, no words–yet the entire audience felt her isolation.

She was like a goddess carved into myth: radiant at first glance, yet burdened by centuries of silence no one could see.

The classical music faded on its final note. Silence fell.

The only sounds left were the heartbeat in every chest–and the rustle of leaves, the faint cry of birds overhead.

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Then the model lifted her chin and tore off the cape.

Her breathtaking face was revealed.

Those calm, peach blossom eyes lifted–and met a pair of sharp phoenix eyes across the room.

Time froze, Blood turned to ice.

Marcus’s gaze locked onto the woman on stage, shadows in his eyes burning ingo vivid light.

Sophie smiled–radiant, like spring itself breaking through winter.

She spun lightly, rising onto her toes, and skipped away like a sprite.

The piano trilled, light and playful, each note lifting beneath her feet.

“It’s Sophie–it’s her!”

“Oh my God, I thought she was some international supermodel! Who knew she had a figure like that?”

“Forget her figure–look at her face. Absolute knockout!”

“Even with the gown unraveling, she’s too gorgeous. You can’t even blame her for the mistake.”

Lena’s fingers clenched into a fist.

Unbelievable. This was a disaster, yet they still forgive her?

Her voice dripped poison:

“A mistake that massive can’t just be glossed over because she’s pretty. The Spring Collection is supposed to be flawless. Are we really letting this

slide?”

Her words stirred whispers among the guests.

Chris, Marcus’s secretary, stepped forward.

“Mr. Morgan, the internet’s already flooded with criticism. Should I suppress the trending posts?“”

Marcus arched a brow.

“No need.”

His lips curved coldly.

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