Chapter 1797


    Thssa couldn''t believe her ears when she heard the news. The person behind the identical designs was none other than Zoey!


    Zoey''s creations were an exact mirror of her own!


    How could this possibly happen?


    Zoey, visibly shaken, turned to Wyatt and said, "Wyatt, I''ve been in the design game for years. You know my caliber. How could I ever stoop to giarism? Those designs are mine, through and through. I can''t fathom why the third designer''s work looks just like mine!"


    After saying this, she instinctively nced towards the entrance and locked eyes with Thssa for a fleeting moment. Her gaze briefly darted to Lysander, who was in his wheelchair, before she quickly looked away.


    It was as if seeing Thssa was like encountering an unwee stranger.


    Thssa, on her part, was stunned.


    She had never imagined that the designer, whose work mirrored her own, would be Zoey, someone she had always looked up to!


    Before Wyatt could respond, he noticed Thssa and Lysander entering.


    He immediately put on a warm smile, approached Lysander, and said, "Mr. Sinir, with your busy schedule, I''m surprised you have the time to delve into this minor issue. Rest assured, we will conduct a thorough investigation. We won''t wrong any designer, nor will we overlook any misconduct." Thssa could tell that Wyatt''s smile was forced, even carrying a hint of malice.


    It was clear that he didn''t hold Lysander in high regard but feltpelled to pretend otherwise.


    Was Wyatt overly bold, or had Lysander lost his once formidable influence?


    Observing Wyatt''s demeanor gave Thssa her answer. Wyatt was an opportunist, now that Lysander seemed to have lost his clout, Wyatt was ying the game of favoritism.


    This realization made Thssa even more irate.


    Not only was she angry for herself, but she also felt indignant on behalf of Lysander!


    Thssa had always been fiercely protective, fighting tooth and nail for her own kids. Seeing someone disrespect Lysander sparked her fury.


    With a coldugh, she coolly said to Wyatt, "For such a prestigiouspetition, it''s astonishing that you allowed two identical designs to make it to the stage. Such a fundamental mistake would never have happened under Lysander''s watch."


    Lysander, picking up on Thssa''s defense, shot her a profound nce.


    Wyatt, facing Thssa''s directness,


    replied with a tone as smooth as butter but with words as sharp as a knife: "Ms. Everhart, if you had simply followed the rules and submitted your work without issues, we wouldn''t be facing such a predicament, causing discontent among our audience. Remember, it''s not just the designers, models, and spectators here - we have


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    "The fallout from this incident on live TV exposes thework to significant risks and brings the organizers, us, considerable negative impact, perhaps even substantial financial loss,” Wyatt said, his smile hiding the chill in his words.


    Thssa, now even more enraged, refused to take the me, "Wyatt, I handed in my designs yesterday, specifically asking if they would be kept secure and free from issues Your team assured me there would be no problems. If something has gone awry today, surely the responsibility lies with the organizers? Don''t you check the designs before the show?"


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    "You seem to be quite cavalier with your usations. Each designer''s work is unique and original. Our staff has no right topare them beforehand. The designers'' submissions are only unveiled and presented to the models halfan hour before the show starts. Therefore, the organizers cannot be held ountable!" Wyatt asserted.


    Just as he finished, a disturbance at the backstage entrance signaled a new arrival.


    David emerged, nked by a group of bodyguards dressed in ck, making his way to Lysander and respectfully said, “Mr. Sinir..."