And then there was Daphne...
She was also suing Hailey for plagiarism.
And she had plagiarized a top-tier master like Queen, no less!
How much would the damages be?
Marianne didn't even dare to fathom the astronomical figure.
Her vision darkened, and she nearly fainted on the spot.
Hailey had clearly realized this too.
Making her pay millions in compensation was essentially a death sentence.
An unforgettable sum that would ruin the rest of her life...
Just how much was it?!
It was likely a debt she couldn't pay off even if she worked until the day she died!
No!
She wouldn't pay.
She refused to go to prison!
She wasn't going to let the rest of her life be ruined like this!
Hailey's face drained of color as two law enforcement officers grabbed her arms to escort her off the competition stage.
Suddenly, she shrieked, "No! I refuse to accept this! You have absolutely no proof that I plagiarized! Why am I automatically the copycat just because Serena is Queen?"
Serena was Queen.
Which meant the sketches she had found in the Wynn family's storage room were
all drawn by Serena when she still lived there.
But they were just rough drafts.
Serena had drawn them and casually tossed them aside at the estate.
And after Hailey had traced them, she had burned every last one.
Once the drafts were ashes, there was no trace left behind.
Serena couldn't possibly produce a shred of evidence.
So what if they called the cops?
The only thing they would find were the sketches Hailey had traced by hand.
She had drawn them stroke by stroke.
It was her own handwriting.
At worst, she would just publicly admit that she had privately guessed the theme for the upcoming Rising Star Designer competition and prepared her concepts in advance.
After all, there was no rule against anticipating the theme, right?
If she guessed correctly, that was just a testament to her own skill.
As long as she could prove her designs were completely original.
As long as she never confessed.
No one could pin the label of plagiarism on her!
As long as she cleared her name.
Then all these people, no matter how high their status, would have to bow their heads and apologize to her!
And she might even be able to use this opportunity to skyrocket her own fame.
So what if her practical skills were lacking?
So what if she couldn't do anything other than draw drafts?
What did it matter?
As long as she could produce those design sketches, plenty of people would be willing to pay top dollar for them.
There were twenty-four of Serena's drafts in total.
That was more than enough for her to make an absolute fortune.
The thought bolstered her
confidence She even had the nerve to snap at the officers dragging her away "Show me the proof if you Have you can sue nie, and
cooperate with whatever investigation you launch! But until
you have actual evidence you have no right to restrict my freedom!"
Her righteous indignation almost made her look like a truly innocent victim driven
mad by false accusations.
Seeing the entire venue fall silent.
Hailey lifted her chin and shot
Serena a cold provocative glare, as
Sangher Show me the proof. if
if
you have any!*
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Serena stood there, tall and slender, her arms crossed in a posture of lazy comfort.
Daphne and Angela, along with several other judges, stood right behind her.
At a glance.
It looked as though Serena was the boss leading a crew of Elyndor Jewelry's
heavyweights, completely dominating the stage.
She radiated an arrogant, unbridled confidence.
Her sheer presence was enough to suppress the entire room.
Hailey's face twisted in fury.
*Stop acting so high and mighty!*
So what if she was Queen?
Even Queen couldn't produce a single shred of evidence to prove plagiarism!
"Heh."
Serena let out a lazy scoff, her eyes narrowing with a hint of mockery as she took in Hailey's twisted,
provocative expression. "Hailey, you didnthonestly think my draft were the only proof, did you?" content