Chapter 318Press Conference


    Ritchie had a devious grin on his face when he hung up the phone.


    "Call all the designers under Lester Silk Fabric and the people in charge of the fashion week," he


    barked at his secretary. "I want them here tomorrow. Call some famous personalities in the fashion


    industry as well. We need people in authority for the event."


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    The secretary nodded respectfully. He was about to leave when Ritchie stopped him in his tracks.


    "Where the hell are you going? I''m not finished yet. Get your ass back here."


    The poor man scurried back, cursing his boss in his mind.


    "Invite every media outlet in Seacisco, especially the ones that prioritize viewership over anything.


    And make sure to tell them to hype up the event as much as they can!" Ritchie sat back on his chair


    as his n began to take shape. "Get the biggest function hall for the press conference. I want


    hundreds of people to be there. Oh, and don''t forget to arrange for a live stream, too. Contact our


    usual sponsors and tell them their products will be disyed throughout the feed. We might as well


    make some money while we''re at it. And remember—our main goal is to discredit J and end her


    fashion career for good."


    Another evil grin spread on Ritchie''s face. He wanted to screw that woman over so badly that she


    could never get back on her feet again.


    The secretary pursed his lips and jotted every detail down. This time, he made sure that his boss


    was finished before leaving the office.


    The sun shone bright and early the next day.


    Just as nned, the press conference was held at thergest meeting hall in Lester Silk Fabric.


    Cameras littered all around the room, squeezed in among the throng of people who came to watch


    the spectacle.


    Even as she swept a nce over the crowd, J didn''t feel panicked in the slightest.


    "It looks like the Lester Silk Fabric really wants to do you in," Tiffany remarked from beside her.


    She turned to look J in the eye. "You''re not just going to stand there and let yourself be bullied


    in public, are you? What''s your n?"


    A faint smile appeared on J''s lips. "You''ll find out soon enough. Don''t worry. I''m not particrly


    inclined to suffer any misced grievances, either."


    With that, she walked onto the stage, all calm and grace.


    The room finally settled down as J took her ce. Without wasting her time, she whipped out a


    sh drive and held it up for all to see. "Sorry for taking up your time, everyone. In order to convey


    my sincerity more properly, I have prepared a couple of videos for today''s press conference."


    From a distance, Ritchie frowned and narrowed his eyes. He could sense that something wasn''t


    right. Why was J soposed in such a situation?


    If anything, she should be mortified and humiliated right now, especially in front of all these people.


    What was she up to?


    He leaned over to his secretary and asked in a hushed voice, "Did she find something?"


    "She can''t have," the other man replied confidently. "We''ve taken care to sweep everything. All the


    evidence has been locked away. I think she''s just bluffing."


    At this point, J had already plugged the drive to aputer, and one of the videos was ying


    on the widescreen.


    Ritchie''s eyes widened like saucers as they watched an employee of Lester Silk Fabric tampering


    with the time stamp on the website. The scene changed, and this time, the same man was sobbing


    hysterically as he divulged what he had done.


    The clips ended, and a deafening silence fell in the room. J took the microphone and said, "As


    you can see, this is what really happened. Lester Silk Fabric managed to get hold of my designs


    prior to the show. After that, one of their designers, Luna oy, posted my entire portfolio online


    and edited the details to make it look like she was the original designer. There is your truth. Once


    again, I thank each of you foring to hear me out today. If you have further questions, kindly


    direct them to Mr. Lester. I''m sure he can give you better answers than I can." She gave Ritchie a


    meaningful look, then, and gestured in his direction with a wave of her hand.


    As soon as she did, the crowd burst into an uproar.