Lahat ng Kabanata ng Leading My Family to Glory: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

As they accompanied Drake and Donald into the banquet area, the initial twenty tables were now filled. The venue was joyous and lively. It did not look like a company’s opening ceremony. Instead, it looked more like a networking event hosted by a local celebrity. Those present were all famous and influential figures. Being surrounded by these prominent figures immediately made the Zea family members feel tiny. Even Jorge was feeling nervous on the inside. Iris was pale as a sheet. It was like a huge rock was pressing into her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. “Why… Why do Drake Tucker and all these people attend Autumn Field’s opening ceremony? Why do Winifred and her crew have such a huge network?” Iris inadvertently looked at the gift area again. Many of those gifts cost a fortune. If they were converted to cash, they were probably worth over millions. At that moment, the Zea family’s present, the large pendulum clock, was still placed at the most conspicuous locati

To be frank, Tyr had initially wanted to use Zachery’s connections to help Winifred get a place. To him, it was only a matter of one command. But when he saw how serious and dedicated Winifred was in pouring all her experience into her design, Tyr changed his mind. He believed that with his wife’s attitude and professional skills, even if he did not do anything, she would be able to get a place in this competition. He even believed that Winifred could get first place! In contrast to Winifred’s enthusiasm, Iris was lazy beyond words. A few days ago, Iris still showed some interest. She would stay in the design department every day to develop a good design with the staff there. But after three days of vigor, Iris realized that designing a good piece was not as easy as she had thought. Be it her professionalism, imagination, or leadership skills to lead her design team, she was inferior to Winifred by a long mile. Iris Zea was no better than a freelance designer, much less a profess

That afternoon, when Yara disappeared from the company, everyone could already guess. Winifred never thought that a naive university student like her would actually do something like this. The police had started their investigation, but Yara had fled the city. Even if they could get her back, everything was futile now. The matter had already happened, so Winifred no longer wanted to pursue it. To prevent Tyr and Helen from worrying, Winifred did not tell them about this incident. After submitting their design, what was left was to wait for news from the competition organizers. Although her masterpiece was gone, Winifred was still confident of her previous design. The fashion design competition was divided into three processes. The first process was for contestants to prepare their work and submit it during registration. This process was now complete. The second process was for the organizers to have the professional judges choose their top twenty designs. After that, the orga

That moment, Iris had no doubt become the brightest star in the venue. The Zea family below the stage were thrilled. Even Jorge’s hands were trembling with excitement. “I never knew Iris could come up with such a masterpiece.” “Yeah! It’s too stunning. Iris is too awesome!” “First place! Iris’s design has gotten first place! That means our Zea Group will be heading toward success!” Lilian turned to look at Winifred contemptuously and mocked, “Iris was right. Previously, our Zea Group couldn’t grow our business because Winifred, your designs, were rubbish. Winifred Zea, you were the obstacle to our family’s road to success. Thankfully you’ve left our family now. Otherwise, our family would’ve been ruined by you.” It was hard to imagine that this was something an aunt would say to her niece. Iris had now assimilated Winifred’s relatives, and the whole family became as nasty as her. Winifred felt numb. She had never dreamed that Iris would be the one to steal her design. How c

Mikhael and Allen were holding their heads in their hands in great excitement. “Miss Winifred, Master Allen and I fully believe that you made this design. Because only its true creator can describe its soul.” “No, Mikhael, you’re wrong. It’s not like that.” Iris had completely lost it. She never imagined something like this would happen. She had gone mad and was now yelling and screaming on stage. “This design is called ‘Green Phoenix’, not that bullsh*t ‘Autumn Field’. It’s my design, and Winifred’s only taking advantage of it by spouting nonsense. You guys can’t simply decide and judge on your own. I’m the champion of this competition. I’m the ‘Green Phoenix’s owner!” At this point, Iris was still trying to argue. However, at that moment, two policemen led Yara Campbell over to them. “Miss Iris, you don’t have to explain anymore. I’ve come clean!” Iris looked at Yara, confused, and subconsciously said, “Yara Campbell, you… why have you come back?” “Miss Iris, my conscience