Chapter 1537


    Mr. Kane Got cklisted Chapter 1537 [Eleven Jewell]


    Wenham remained silent, clearly agitated by thements about his daughter.


    No matter howpelling the evidence on the screen was, he refused to ept his daughter would


    resort to giarism.


    Even if it were true, he wholeheartedly believed that Ste waspletely unaware. But things could


    escte, and it could stain her reputation if the giarism were confirmed.


    As Wenham was about to speak, Trevor cut in and said, ” What do we do? If we don’t address this now,


    people will think our designer is a thief.”


    Darcie shot Trevor a nce, “The other party has shown their drafts. They wouldn’t have made a


    scene at this press conference if they didn’t have concrete proof. I also find it hard to believe Ste


    would instruct a designer to do this. But if


    the designer is guilty, Ste will be implicated since she is organizing this event.”


    Trevor calmly added, “What if it’s a set-up? What if the other party is intentionally trying to frame us?


    Well miss the optimal time for aeback if we wait any longer. Even if we issue a statementter, few


    will buy it. The people have already made up their minds. They’ll believe what they first see. Even if the


    evidenceter is irond,izens will dismiss it as a slick defense.”


    Darcie furrowed her brows. She wanted to say more, but Wenham interjected, “Let’s hold off for now.


    Ste is confident, and we shouldn’t doubt her.”


    Darcie pressed her lips together and said nothing more.


    The revtion of the design drafts caused amotion in the audience.


    Chad grinned and said, “Ms. Hall, care to exin how our design was turned into The Velvet’s tenth-


    anniversary piece?


    Don’t we and your loyal consumer base deserve an exnation?”


    Ste redirected her gaze toward him, “If you think this can pass as evidence, then anyone can waltz in


    with a few sketches and cry giarism.”


    “I knew you’d say that. I’ve got proof that your designer, Maggie, took a peek at our designer’s work,”


    Chad sneered as he yed a video from his phone.


    As the tape unfolded, Maggie’s demeanor shifted slightly. The video disyed surveince footage of


    Maggie and Barbara meeting at a coffee shop. Mid-conversation, Barbara stepped out with her phone,


    likely to take a call.


    There was a folder on her seat.


    Maggie sat engrossed in her phone. After a while, she beckoned the server for the bill and took the


    document.


    When the video concluded, Barbara stepped up to the stage. She grabbed the microphone and


    addressed the audience,”


    Hello, everyone. I’m Barbara, the designer whose work was giarized. I believe some of you here


    might remember me.


    Just a month ago, I was still the head of The Velvet’s design team. I worked at thepany for four


    years and eight months, designing countless pieces and receiving numerous praises.”


    “Due to creative differences with Ms. Hall, I left The Velvet and joined Grandeur Gallery. My new boss


    values me highly and entrusts me with the design of our new series. I poured my heart and soul into my


    work to establish myself in thepany. Having just left apany I had worked at for many years, I


    felt down and unsure of my future. With my friend’s encouragement, the term ‘rebirth’ came to mind.


    So, I integrated this notion of breaking free from the cocoon into my


    design.


    “I left The Velvet in haste and left behind some personal items. So, I asked Maggie, who had a good


    rtionship with me before, to fetch them for me. That was why we met up at the coffee shop. We


    didn’t chat for long when I suddenly received a call saying something had happened to my child at


    school. I immediately rushed out and couldn’t even manage a proper goodbye.


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    “It was only when I was on the road that I remembered I’d forgotten my design drafts. They contained


    the sketches of the


    new products I’d created for thepany. I hastily contacted Maggie, asking her to hold on to them


    and telling her I’d swing by to pick them up. My design drafts were in Maggie’s possession for nearly an


    hour. She easily could have browsed through them and giarized my work!”


    “You’re spouting nonsense!” Maggie’s face turned pale with anger. She gripped the microphone, her


    voice quivering from the intensity, “I kept your design drafts safe, but I didn’t so much as turn a page.


    I’m a designer myself; I know howimportant sketches are to a designer. Why would I possibly intrude


    on your private belongings?”


    “Only you know what you did,” Barbara jeered, looking at her with a sardonic smile. “How do you


    exin the striking simrities in our designs if you didn’t peek at my work? Are you insinuating that we


    somehow share the same brain?”