In a luxurious five-star hotel, Keely was browsing the inte news, basking in self-satisfaction.


    Suddenly, her face nched as she read


    Loraine’s new statement.


    Loraine had not merely responded to the rumors but had posted the handwriting analyses, causing an


    inte sensation.


    Initially, someizens didn’t understand the implications, but soon aprehensive exnation


    emerged.


    “Here are the handwriting evaluations of the two design drafts. It is evident that both drafts were crafted


    by Loraine.”


    “What do you mean? Does this mean Loraine is the real author of all designs?”


    “What? So, it’s Keely who copied Loraine, not the other way around? Why would Leopold back Keely,


    then?”


    “Turns out Loraine is the victim of giarism here. Hopefully,izens will think twice before jumping to


    conclusions next time.“


    In the midst of all this, Leopold also stumbled upon the handwriting analyses Loraine had shared.


    Ang’s Library


    A surge of anger coursed through him as he adjusted his sses.


    As a highly regarded figure in the design industry, he was known for his abilities and integrity. But now


    he realized he had been deceived and had unintentionally caused harm to a promising apprentice.


    As he remembered the favoritism shown to Keely and the ordeal he had put Loraine through, a deep


    sense of remorse washed over him. Furious, he barged into Keely’s room, report in hand, and


    demanded, “Keely!


    Exin this!”


    Keely, guilt-ridden and packing hurriedly, went pale and stammered,


    “Professor Zizka, I can exin…”


    Leopold’s eyes narrowed as he red at her, and he forcefully flung the report right at her face.


    “With suchpelling evidence, what’s left to exin? How could you lie about not having the original


    drafts, only the copy? Turns out it was Loraine’s work! I’m disappointed, Keely! Leave! I can’t bear to


    look at you!”


    Despite Keely’s attempts to defend herself, Leopold drove her out. She fled the room, covering her


    face.


    Left alone, Leopold copsed to the floor, clutching his chest. After what felt Like an eternity, he


    composed himself.


    He picked up the drafts one by one, read them once more, and heaved a sigh.


    To his astonishment, it became apparent that the designs he had been admiring were solely the


    creations of Loraine. The person truly deserving of his admiration was Loraine.


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    Yet, he had unjustly defamed her, even disregarding the presentation she had meticulously prepared.


    Now, as he carefully studied Loraine’s exposed drafts, he realized the extent of his blunder.