Chapter 1181:
His stare was scary. Katie had rarely seen Brendon look at her with such cold, frightening eyes. It felt like he was changing once again.
Brendon tore his eyes away and looked over at Yolanda, who was standing nervously on stage.
Her uneasy posture said more than words ever could. Something wasn’t adding up, and the way she was acting only made Brendon more suspicious.
Could Yolanda actually be the one who copied?
Then Yolanda suddenly spoke up, trying to sound bold. “Why would I admit to something I didn’t even do? If you’ve got proof, show it already!”
“Gladly. You won’t admit it until it’s right in your face, huh?” Christina said, handing a USB drive to the event organizers. “And make sure this goes live,” she added, loud enough for the mics to catch.
Yolanda’s eyes flicked to the USB drive Christina was holding. Her hand twitched, like she wanted to snatch it, but she held back.
There was no way Christina actually had something. She had to be bluffing. Yolanda wasn’t about to walk straight into that trap.
Meanwhile, the livestream was exploding. More and more viewers were jumping in by the second.
“Wait, does she really have proof? I thought she was just putting on a show.”
“Who knows if it’s real? Maybe it proves nothing.”
“Well, we’re about to find out. But if it’s real, Yolanda’s done for.”
Then the screen lit up, and the evidence started rolling.
First came Yolanda’s old sketches from her time studying abroad. Totally different vibe. Nothing like what she’d been putting out lately.
Then came the real kicker: side-by-side comparisons of Christina’s designs and Yolanda’s recent ones. The resemblance was uncanny.
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝗰𝗼𝗺
As each image flashed by, the crowd slowly started to see it.
Christina’s style had pretty much stayed the same since her early days, with just a hint of that beginner vibe in her first few pieces.
Yolanda, on the other hand, had totally switched things up, blending bits and pieces from both designers into something new.
People who had always felt something “off” about Yolanda’s style suddenly got it.
“I knew her stuff looked good, but it always felt… off. Now I get why.”
“She tried to keep the parts that stood out the most but couldn’t pull the whole thing off.”
“If she’d just taken the inspiration alone, she might’ve gotten away with it. But this? This is copy-paste.”
The cameras zoomed in on Yolanda. Her face had gone pale, and her legs looked ready to give out.
She hadn’t expected Christina to show up with this much ammo.
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