"We won't take the stage. Whoever wants to walk for Queen can go ahead. We're not doing it!"
"Exactly. If even we, the newly minted models, don't want to help Queen with the show, then no one else will."
"Even the top brands without our display are just scraps of fabric. Queen's value doesn't lie in itself or the designer, but in us!"
"So you better have her apologize to us. It's not easy making it to Paris Fashion Week, and you wouldn't want Queen to lose its chance to showcase, right?"
"Ha!"
Listening to their superior and arrogant tone, Su Ran chuckled lightly.
"You do realize you're just new models, right? No other merits, but at least your self-awareness is clear and you have some self-knowledge."
The group's expressions darkened, "What do you mean?"
The smile on Su Ran's face vanished, her delicate features instantly turning sharp and imposing.
She stood alone, yet her aura was three times stronger than that of the twenty-odd people present.
