Chapter 114


    Chapter 114 Critical Point


    Cameron handed his phone to Sean, and Kevin couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. Kevin muttered,


    Hey, I’m right beside you. Can’t I see the news first?


    Cameron approached Sean and yed the video, and then Kevin huddled closer to Sean. The title


    was explosive.


    ‘Shocking news. The famous designer is actually an exploiter? Assistant creates actual designs and


    clothing.


    The video showed Abigail exiting Luna’s room with a half–


    finished dress. Astonishingly, the dress waspleted by


    the following day when it was returned to Luna’s room. Abigail repeated this process for three consecuti


    ve days. The video ended with a ck screen, but the sounds of a sewing machine continued in the ba


    ckground.


    As the sewing


    machine fell silent, Abigail’s voice began to speak. “There are still many unfinished details. I’ll take this


    back to my room and work on it. You get some rest.”


    “It’ste. We have two days to finish this. What’s the hurry?” Luna’s voice questioned, clearly recorded


    This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    while being near the device.


    It was evident from the varying volumes of their voices that Luna wasn’t beside the sewing


    machine. Abigail, who finished the dress, was close to the sewing machine. Their conversation


    continued.


    “I can’t afford to waste time. Can you take over if something stops me from finishing my design?”


    “I should’ve paid more attention in ss. Now, I can’t help, and you have to deal with this alone. You mi


    ght have to buy the designs and hire someone to make the dress.”


    “We’ll livefortably once we finish this and win the prize.”


    The voices in the video were unmistakably Abigail’s and Luna’s, and video evidence supported it.


    Luna mmed her phone onto the table, causing the screen to crack. She red at Abigail, fuming. “T


    his editing is outrageous. They’ve cut out all the crucial details. This is defamation! It’s libel!”


    Abigail had an icy look on her face. “If they can prove that na is a scam and a con artist, the


    production team can terminate our contracts. I told you they wouldn’t reveal our identities. They


    opted for a smear campaign instead.”


    Luna seethed with anger. “I can’t believe they installed a camera and a voice recorder.”


    Abigail analyzed the angle from which the video was shot. “Nina’s clever. She must have hidden the ca


    mera in the peephole.”


    Luna asked skeptically, “How do you know?”


    “Rough guess. It’s probably installed in the direction facing


    her room. Since no one noticed it, she must’ve taken down the peephole and reced it with a camera.


    ” Abigail turned off the video.


    Luna approached the door, lifted the cover of the peephole, and scrutinized it closely. She extended her


    finger, tapping the peephole’s ss until it popped out. She opened the door and examined the crystal


    that had fallen. Her brow furrowed, and she picked it up before carefully reinserting it into the peephole.


    After reattaching the crystal, she returned to the room. She reported, “The hotel did all the renovations


    but left the peepholes untouched. They’re all old


    models.”


    Abigail wasn’t surprised. She knew there were always oversights, and peepholes were easy to miss


    among all the hotel details.


    “What now?” Luna asked


    Abigail said, “We’ll tell the truth ande clean. I can improvise a design exnation on the spot. Alter


    natively, we can stall until our team returns with something. Then, the real show begins.”


    Luna approached the coffee table and sped her hands in prayer. “Please, my foolish brother, give m


    e a sign before the showdown. God, don’t let those witches escape justice.”


    A knock on the door startled them. Luna hastily stashed her phone in Abigail’s bag, and they


    switched phones.


    Abigail opened the door to find Joan, the other designers, and the models outside. They wore expressi


    ons ranging from disdain to curiosity to schadenfreude.


    Victor squeezed through the crowd, voicing his support. “I


    trust youdies. I’m sure they’re spreading false usations.”


    Nina stepped forward with urgency. “Who are these ‘they‘ you’re talking about? Tell me.”


    Joan appeared disappointed, with red rims around her eyes. “I can’t believe my favorite designer is


    a fraud.”