The 55-year-old Laura Stevens was a fashion designer in this fictional nation called Celestial who worked with many famous clients. Mothers and young people in particular, as well as the upper class in general, constantly supported Laura Stevens' numerous collections. Surprisingly, the upper class is the target of many unfavorable rumors. Despite being criticized for her lack of skill, Laura Stevens rose to prominence as a fashion designer by persistently stealing ideas from other designers. herwould frequently appropriate designs, pass them off as her own, and even arrange launch parties for the same day as rival businesses. Laura Stevens' actions caused numerous fashion firms and artists to go bankrupt since she paid models to present her pilfered goods at shows she held on the same day, barely altering the hour. Many artists despised Laura Stevens because, despite the claims that her ideas had been stolen, she did not think twice to utilize her husband Ray Stevens' wealth—he i

At one of the fancy restaurants, La Luce del Sole, a well-known Italian eatery located on the eighth level of the Plaza of Accomont, Laura Stevens was celebrating with her crew. Laura Stevens then spoke with Elijah Ma, the woman who had sold the Baby Violet party the Magenta Rain Perfume Formula. "Let's enjoy this delicious dinner to celebrate our accomplishment," Laura said, putting a spoonful of Risotto al Tartufo Nero in her lips. Elijah Ma pronounced, "To our mutual success," with theatrical flair. Even though he was too bulky to seem that elegant, he nonetheless sported a beautiful cosmetics look. Laura and Elijah laughed so hard they forgot to put their hands over their mouths. The dinner was presented on the beautifully set table, causing drool. The other elites of Baby Violet Company saw this and were instantly repulsed, not daring to touch the food in front of the two. As the two gleefully celebrated the successful introduction of the perfume pilfered from The Tenderness

By early afternoon, The Tenderness, a five-story structure, was empty. By 5 pm, the majority of the environmentally conscious Cosmetics Company staff had left for home. The BMW M8 Competition, which was also parked in the management area, was adjacent to the automobile belonging to youthful Master Martin, the youthful CEO, which was still parked in the parking lot. A lone human being hobbled into the building's foyer. He had a mask over his face, revealing only his eyes, and was dressed in a heavy coat and cap. That afternoon, the security man on duty got alert at once. "Cease! You are who you are? "Wearing a mask is not permitted, much less covering your face in such a manner!" exclaimed the security officer, trailing the person whose face was concealed behind it. Upon noticing the terrified-looking eyes, the figure quickly made his way to the elevator. "You idiot! Even with your thieving disguise on, you dare to enter through the elevator! The office is now closed. The security

Taylor landed at Accomont International Airport today at precisely 08:00. Being a hub for international travel, Accomont Airport had a lot of traffic as many planes stopped here en route to other countries or just to have a stopover before their next flight. CEO Rogers' map indicated that in order for Taylor to locate the Artifact—the hidden treasure—she had to travel to Anceburn City first. Even though the plane wasn't leaving for another two hours, he got there early. In addition to meeting with Hollowscar, Taylor also had a meeting with CEO Rogers. "CEO Rogers has something to tell you." When the CEO's assistant called Taylor last night, he said as much. Taylor had on a heavy, down-lined jacket at the moment, fitting for a person venturing into a snowy mountain range—the enigmatic Kunlun Mountains, to be specific. It took Taylor six hours to fly from Anceburn City to the Kunlun Mountains in the north. This was not the same as the region that contained the Kunlun Mountains. T

Time travel to a point approximately two hours before to the Griffin Airlines aircraft's landing at Anceburn City Airport. In the economy class seats, five tall, robust men and women wore sunglasses. Their hair was golden yellow, and they were taller than ninety cm, giving them the appearance of being from Siberea. The majority of their eyes were gray, occasionally bordering on blue. Borya was the name of one of them. He'd had a lot of booze since the flight from Accomont City Airport. In fact, he insisted on getting alcoholic drinks the entire vacation. He asked the girl flight attendant, who appeared pleasant, "Vodka, please?" while half-drunk. "I apologize, sir. We are not serving alcohol on this Griffin Airlines aircraft. I can bring you some orange juice if you would like," the flight attendant said politely. Borya felt her blood boil at those remarks. He spoke angrily and gave off an overwhelming alcohol stench. "So why is your pal pouring Champagne over there in the execu