After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 82: Her Ancestral Grave Is on Fire

"What? You’re actually telling me to leave?" Kiara Wynn asked in disbelief. "You can’t be serious, and I can’t be hearing you right." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Saul Reynolds said, "You heard me correctly, and I said what I meant. I’m telling you to leave."

"Fine, I’m leaving!" Kiara Wynn’s expression changed, and she immediately turned to walk out.

"Wait!" Eliza Sutton called out.

Kiara Wynn crossed her arms, her face a mask of arrogance. "Decided to beg for mercy now? Fine. Make Eva Monroe get on her knees and apologize to me! And of course, you’ll have to kneel, too!"

Eva Monroe gripped Eliza Sutton’s hand, her expression a mix of worry and anger. "Kiara Wynn, if you’re unhappy with me, then come at me! Don’t take it out on my friend!"

Kiara Wynn sneered. "You said it yourself, she’s your friend. So get on your knees!"

Saul Reynolds couldn’t help but shake his head. He looked at Kiara Wynn as if she were a pathetic clown.

Kiara Wynn noticed Saul Reynolds’s expression and grew indignant. "General Manager Reynolds, if you want me to stay, you’ll have to formally apologize as well! Otherwise, even if I were to agree, my millions of fans would not!"

Saul Reynolds was left completely speechless. ’How dare she threaten this matriarch with her fans?’

Eliza Sutton smiled. "Miss Wynn, my point was that you’re still wearing a new design from Innis. Since you’re quitting, you should at least take off the outfit."

The smile on Kiara Wynn’s face froze. She’d been famous for three years, adored by millions, and had long since grown accustomed to acting with impunity. Being repeatedly challenged by people she considered nobodies—mere ants—was more than she could stomach. She immediately stormed off to the dressing room, changed, and threw the outfit at Eliza Sutton.

"You just wait! I’m not letting this go! We’re leaving!"

Kiara Wynn departed with her entourage, seething with anger, and the other models quickly scattered.

Saul Reynolds said, "We’re two models short now, Miss Sutton..."

Eliza Sutton replied, "It’s fine if we’re short two models. We can just have Eva Monroe wear two pieces—one for the opening and one for the finale. There’s more than enough time for a style change."

"Isla Sutton," Eva Monroe said, quickly grabbing Eliza and shooting her a meaningful look. Then she turned to Saul Reynolds and said apologetically, "General Manager Reynolds, I’m so sorry. Isla Sutton... she doesn’t understand how things work. Please don’t take her seriously."

Eva Monroe was terrified that Saul Reynolds would be offended.

After all, top international brands like this are notoriously proud. Every single one of their runway models has to be at the top of the industry—at minimum, they need to be an A-lister with a following like Kiara Wynn’s.

Just getting on stage as a replacement was a stroke of unbelievable luck—the kind that makes you think smoke is rising from your ancestors’ graves. No, it was more like the whole cemetery was on fire.

But now her friend had opened her mouth and suggested she model both the opening and finale pieces.

What if General Manager Reynolds thought Eliza was disrespecting the brand and decided to blacklist her?

Look no further than Amelia Sutton. She had offended Innis, and now it wasn’t even certain if she could get into the venue.

And that was with Amelia Sutton having the combined resources of the Sutton and Hughes families backing her.

Eliza Sutton’s situation was different. Although she was Madam Lockwood, Eva, as her friend, knew all too well the hardships she faced as a bride who had been married into the family to ward off misfortune.

Saul Reynolds chuckled. "Miss Monroe, please don’t be nervous. I think Miss Sutton is quite insightful. Her suggestion is excellent and invaluable. For this new product launch, you will model the opening and finale pieces."

Eva Monroe: "???"

She suspected she was hearing things. Otherwise, how could she have heard something so surreal?

Saul Reynolds’s assistant walked over. "Miss Monroe, please come with me. We need to hurry and start on your makeup."

Eva Monroe looked at Saul Reynolds, who waved at her.

Then, Eva Monroe left with the assistant.

It wasn’t until she was seated before the makeup mirror, listening to the makeup artist’s flattery, that it slowly dawned on Eva Monroe: a miracle had just fallen into her lap.

No, not a miracle—a solid gold nugget...

And she was the one it had landed on.

Suddenly, Eva Monroe’s phone rang. She answered it as if in a trance.

The voice of her agent roared through the receiver, "Eva Monroe! What the hell do you think you’re doing? If you have a death wish, you don’t need to go provoking Kiara Wynn! I don’t care what you’re doing right now, get over here this instant and apologize to Miss Wynn!"

Eva Monroe said, "I’m getting my makeup done right now."

"I already told you, I don’t care what you’re doing! Are you deaf?"

"In a little while, I’ll be modeling for Innis in their fashion show."

"Eva Monroe, are you fucking dea— What did you say? You’re in the Stroud Tower new product launch?" Hearing Eva’s affirmative answer, the agent became ecstatic. "Yes, yes, yes! Stay right there, I’m coming over immediately."

Listening to her agent’s jubilant cheers through the phone, Eva finally felt a sense of reality sink in. Her chance had finally come.

Saul Reynolds kept sighing as he looked at Eliza Sutton.

Eliza Sutton’s skin began to crawl from all his sighing. "If you have something to say, just say it. You’re giving me the creeps with all that sighing."

Saul Reynolds said, "I do have something I want to say, but I’m worried... Will it even make a difference? I’m afraid I’ll waste my breath for nothing."

Even a fool could understand what he was implying. Eliza sighed in resignation. "Alright, alright. Just say what’s on your mind. I promise I’ll agree, okay?"

"In that case, I’ll be direct," Saul Reynolds said with a broad smile. "Resign from the Lockwood Design Department. Innis has been missing for too long. It’s time for you to come back and lead the brand to dominate the scene again."

Eliza Sutton: "That’s impossible. Ask for something else."

Saul Reynolds began to sigh dramatically. "I knew it. All of us at Innis, myself included, mean nothing to you. You don’t care about us at all. And to think, we all look up to you as our guiding light, our foundation..."

The more Eliza listened, the more this sounded wrong. ’Why does he make me sound like some two-timing heartbreaker?’

"Returning to my old post is really not an option. However, I can give you three design sketches a month."

"*Sigh*. I suppose I should just tell the old-timers to prepare for the worst... to be abandoned at any moment. Those poor souls... I don’t know if they’ll be able to handle sudden unemployment."

Eliza Sutton: "..."

’If I recall correctly,’ she thought, ’Innis is doing incredibly well. Why is he talking like it’s about to go bankrupt tomorrow?’

But seeing Saul Reynolds’s utterly miserable act, she could only compromise. "Four sketches."

"*Sigh*. All my burning passion... destined to be extinguished."

"Eight! Eight sketches! That has to be enough, right?"

"And two haute couture pieces."

"Fine. You have a deal."

"I knew following you was the right choice! After this launch, I’ll tell the old-timers to keep up the great work. The best is yet to come!"

Eliza Sutton let out a pair of dry chuckles.

’Men!’

「The Venue.」

Amelia Sutton entered the main hall on Sean Hughes’s arm. Her mood instantly lifted when she saw Sherry Caldwell sitting pitifully in the back rows with a gaggle of no-name starlets and minor socialites.

’Does she really think a bun in the oven is a golden ticket? Pathetic!’

Amelia Sutton sat down, the very picture of elegance. She was just about to flaunt her seat number when she suddenly realized... there wasn’t one at her seat.