Holding a report, Matteo entered Mitchel's ward. "Mr. Dixon, the DNA test results for that corpse are in. It's not Lauren."

Mitchel's eyes darkened. "Is there any trace of Lauren?"

Matteo shook his head. "We haven't located her yet."

"Fine."

Mitchel immediately dialed Raegan, but there was no response.

The room plunged into an eerie silence.

Growing increasingly restless, Mitchel suddenly yanked the needle from the back of his hand, causing blood to spurt out.

Not minding the blood at all, he snatched his coat and marched out of the ward.

With only two hours remaining until the gala, Raegan was diligently ensuring every detail backstage was perfect, aiming for a flawless event.

Arthen Entertainment's gala, broadcast live annually, was a spectacle of fashion and talent.

As the celebrities debuted on stage in their stunning outfits, the live comments lit up with excitement.

“Wow! Look at their outfits!"

“If only I had grander words than just exclamation marks!"

“The traditional style is unbeatable. The designs are breathtaking!"

“It's my first time having laid eyes on this elegant yet fashionable attire. They're simply majestic!"

"Arthen Entertainment has truly outdone itself with this gala."

"This event is unparalleled. Arthen Entertainment has set a new standard."

The flood of comments reflected a unanimous appreciation for the evolution of traditional attire, catching everyone by surprise.

This moment wasn't just about fashion. It symbolized a deeper connection. The youth, living in peaceful times, showcased their deep-rooted love for their heritage through their enthusiasm for traditional styles presented by celebrities, instilling a sense of national pride.

As Raegan observed the online viewership numbers climb, her eyes filled with tears of joy. The years of hard work and dedication were finally bearing fruit.