We Got Love, The Crazy Kind novel Chapter 21

The outdoor runway was teeming with a large crowd waiting for the show to begin. Right after Amber slipped her feet into the pair of high heels, she bit the bullet and stepped onto the runway without having any makeup on her face.

It was freezing outside. Amber was positive that she had never felt this cold before in her life.

Lively music was blaring out of the speakers to spice up the event. Amidst the falling snow, Amber tried hard to look calm and composed while standing behind the rest of the models.

She felt so embarrassing wearing the revealing costume that she felt like crying. Yet, she had no choice but to hold her tears back.

The spectators, who were pleasantly surprised to see so much skin at the event, went uproarious and started whistling at the models lasciviously. None of them was bothered by the bitterly cold weather because the appealing sight was enough to keep them warm.

Meanwhile, Liam was examining the financial reports of the company with Mr. Jackson’s assistance.

He cast a casual glance at the plaza outside, and his blood froze.

Someone looking familiar to him was standing on the runway…

Mr. Jackson wondered why Liam’s attention was drawn to the fashion show poorly run by a seedy company.

Despite feeling puzzled, Mr. Jackson was very dedicated to his job. “Mr. Croft, the fashion show is organized as part of our marketing plan to promote winter sports. The pace of life in the modern world has become so fast that people find themselves having less and less time to exercise. So, the fashion show is held to encourage people to adopt a more active lifestyle and pay more attention to their health,” he explained.

Liam’s face turned grim when he saw Amber.

Seeing his reaction, Mr. Jackson’s pulse started racing in apprehension. “What’s going on? Does Mr. Croft think the fashion show is a bad idea? Does he think the models are dressed too scarcely, and it’s not good for the company’s image?” he wondered.

“Mr. Croft, shall we go and check out the event?” Mr. Jackson ventured. His heart was pounding like a sledgehammer, and he could hardly put up with the awkward silence.

Liam raised his brow in a noncommittal way with his brooding eyes still fixed on the runway. No one could gauge his emotion from his poker-faced expression.

Mr. Johnson took his silence as consent. After wiping the sweat off his forehead, he shot a look at his subordinates.

With that, they escorted Liam to the plaza outside the shopping mall.