Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 270

Liliana rose gracefully, and Aiden helped her to the foot of the stage.

Just before she went up, Aiden released her hand with a gentle smile. As he applauded, he mouthed a silent encouragement to her—

"Go on."

"Go get the trophy that belongs to you."

Looking into his warm, gentle eyes, Liliana felt a sudden sting in her nose, her eyes welling up with tears.

This award was hers.

Liliana turned, lifted the hem of her dress, and with an elegant smile, walked step by step to the podium.

Her Phoenix, the creations she had poured her soul into, had finally been recognized.

Phoenix represented her rebirth; it was the culmination of all her hard work.

It felt as if, in some cosmic way, her choices had been validated.

With trembling fingers, Liliana accepted her trophy. A wave of emotion surged within her, and a slow, beautiful smile spread across her lips.

"Thank you all for this recognition. I am deeply honored to receive the Best New Designer award today."

"Phoenix symbolizes rebirth from the ashes, and I believe it will continue to grow and present outstanding work to all of you."

"At the same time, I sincerely hope that someone, somewhere in the world, will be moved by Phoenix's design philosophy and find the courage to start anew."

"No matter what abyss you have been in, you can always take a brave step forward and embrace a new life!"

As Liliana finished speaking, the hall erupted in thunderous applause.

The flash of cameras illuminated the entire venue.

Liliana's heart pounded in her chest.

With a radiant, brilliant smile on her face, she felt the blood rushing through her veins, hot and exhilarating.

In that instant, as the blinding flashes of the cameras pulsed around her, Liliana suddenly felt shocked.

And behind both cars, from an even more hidden, shadowy spot, a nondescript white van slowly started its engine, trailing casually behind them.

In the driver's seat, Victor Nightfall handed a photo to the man in the passenger seat. A half-smoked cigarette dangled from his lips.

He took a deep drag, then held the cigarette between his fingers. Through the swirling smoke, he narrowed his eyes, his voice flat and cold.

"Do we move now, or wait until the baby is born?"

The man beside him, who bore a striking resemblance, slowly curled his lips into a sinister smile, his tone playful and taunting.

"Since when did you become so merciful?"

Edward Nightfall's eyes suddenly darkened.

Staring intently ahead, a smile still playing on his lips, he said in a low, vicious voice, "Follow them."

"...We move now!"