Chapter 1179:
While cheers rang out for Christina, doubts came along with them.
After all, no one could ever win over everyone.
Yolanda let out a sharp laugh, dripping with scorn.
“Effortless? If Allison hadn’t been here today, you would’ve lost to me!”
Christina’s frosty gaze cut across to meet Yolanda’s burning eyes.
The audacity was staggering—how could Yolanda so brazenly steal Christina’s glory and call it her own?
“Do you really intend to claim this work is all yours?” Christina asked, her tone as cold as steel.
Yolanda’s complexion drained, a flash of panic darting through her eyes.
What was Christina implying? Could she possibly know the truth? No! That couldn’t be!
She had won the national championship without anyone suspecting she had used another designer’s creations. How could Christina have discovered anything?
It had been buried flawlessly. Perhaps the original designer was already dead.
If not, wouldn’t someone have stepped forward by now? It never crossed Yolanda’s mind that the drafts she had stumbled upon belonged to Christina herself.
The style was unmistakable, though those earlier works lacked the refinement Christina’s pieces carried now.
Back when Christina had been accused of plagiarism, Yolanda had felt a gnawing unease.
Yet she had smothered that thought, refusing to accept the truth—that the designs had been Christina’s all along. She couldn’t allow herself to face it.
Her proudest claim had always been her talent for design, and surrendering that crown to Christina felt worse than dying.
The gift she had flaunted so arrogantly was rendered worthless in front of the one woman she despised most—a slow, unbearable torment far crueler than death itself.
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The live chat blew up instantly. Some viewers were baffled, while others were hurling accusations and curses like wildfire.
“Wait, what does she mean by that? Is she saying Yolanda plagiarized? No way! Don’t tell me this whole thing’s about to flip on its head!”
“Come on, Yolanda would never plagiarize! She’s the real deal. Christina’s just trying to twist the story now that she’s caught.”
“What a thief! And to think she’s Allison’s mentor? Makes me wonder if Allison’s cut from the same cloth. Like mentor, like student, right?”
Even though Christina had already proved her talent before, and the organizers had cleared her name, once someone got branded a thief, that label stuck. No amount of proof could fully wash it off.
No matter what she did, there would always be people who called her guilty.
“What are you even saying?” Yolanda demanded, forcing a calm expression. “You’re the one who stole my work, and now you’re trying to pin it on me?”
“Yolanda,” Christina said coolly, her gaze sharp as a blade. “You’ve got two options. Either confess right now, or I’ll show everyone the proof myself.”
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