CHAPTER 201: CHAPTER 201: THE VORTEX OF FALSE ACCUSATIONS

Isabella Weaver herself hadn’t seen her hand injury. Now, seeing the crisscrossing cuts, she was a bit shocked.

No wonder she always felt a piercing pain. The wounds were so deep. Rose Parker must loathe her to the extreme, acting so ruthlessly. This injury probably won’t heal in less than half a month.

She tried moving her fingers, breathing a sigh of relief lightly.

Fortunately, although it was incredibly painful, the flexibility of her fingers remained. It shouldn’t affect her use of a pen in the future.

Cherry Lewis gasped, "Oh dear, Miss Weaver, your hand injury is so severe! Quickly bandage it up. I didn’t realize your injury was so grave. You’re too sincere, how could you directly remove the bandage yourself? What if it gets infected?"

She took the bandage from Isabella Weaver’s hand and wrapped it for her.

Isabella Weaver took a step back, still composed, "Didn’t President Lewis just say that it heals quicker without a bandage? Then let’s not bandage it."

Clearly, it was Cherry Lewis who insisted that she remove the bandage, pushing her into an inescapable situation. Now, she’s actually putting the blame on her for being too sincere!

"It’s better to bandage it; your injury is too severe and could easily lead to infection. If not cared for properly, it might be impossible for you to be a designer in the future. You are the champion we selected from tens of thousands of people and a key focus for future development at Moonlight. There can’t be any mistakes."

Everyone below watched Cherry Lewis. She said a lot, finally tying it back to the company. So she hadn’t forgotten this was the award ceremony after all!

Just when everyone thought it was over, Cherry Lewis suddenly switched the topic, "Miss Weaver, did you really injure your hand today? It’s such a coincidence, I originally wanted the champion to demonstrate today, to show everyone your design skills. But now, it’s unfortunate we can’t see them. Your design drafts are exceptional; we can’t believe a nineteen-year-old girl could draw them. They’re amazing!"

The banquet hall suddenly fell silent.

They finally understood why Cherry Lewis was focusing so much on Isabella Weaver’s hand.

She actually suspected that Isabella Weaver’s work was ghostwritten!

She suspected Isabella Weaver was afraid of being asked to draw designs on the spot, which would expose her, so she deliberately injured her hand to play the victim!

All the skeptical eyes fell on Isabella Weaver. She’s too young, yet she stood out from thousands to win the championship. Thinking carefully, indeed, there are numerous suspicions!

The premonition came true, and Isabella Weaver’s gaze turned cold.

After all that, Cherry Lewis was waiting for her here.

This concerns her reputation, and it’s significant. If not explained well, her future career would be destroyed!

She straightened her back, and her voice, full of solemnity and seriousness, was clear and cold, "All my designs are hand-drawn by me! Absolutely no deception! I have many drafts at home and some alternative entries. If the competition organizers need them, I can go get them right away!"

Someone below whispered, "Who knows if they’re prepared in advance? The act might be complete; perhaps someone else also drew those for you."

Cherry Lewis looked at the speaker with satisfaction and then smoothed things over herself, "Miss Weaver, you misunderstood. I didn’t mean it that way. Faking it would be easy to spot. Although you can’t draw with your hand now, there will be a day when you can. Once you’re in the company, you’ll definitely need to present your work. I’m sure Miss Weaver will satisfy the company."

She distanced herself cleanly, as if she was genuinely concerned about Isabella Weaver, but was misunderstood by Isabella herself.