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    The unexpected voice broke through the noise, capturing everyone’s attention once more.

    Just moments earlier, they had been astonished by Katelyn’s impressive work, but no one seemed to notice how closely her style resembled Iris’.

    In fact, when theypared the designs, Katelyn’s work appeared even more simr to Iris’ than the woman iming to be Iris herself.

    The crowd began to whisper among themselves.

    Many in the audience weren’t just reporters or members of the media; they were also individuals who hade specifically because of Iris’ name.

    These sharp-eyed observers quickly noticed the simrities in style.

    Lise’s expression briefly faltered, but she quickly adopted a look of wounded disappointment.

    “Katelyn, even now, you refuse to ept your mistakes? Why do you continue down this path?” she asked.

    Katelyn’s eyes revealed nothing but disdain as she answered coolly, “What mistake are you using me of?” Her brows furrowed slightly, anger shing in her eyes. This insolent woman wouldn’t back down! Why did Katelyn always have to challenge her? Why couldn’t she just disappear?

    Lise quickly regained herposure and spoke with a self-righteous tone. “Everyone here noticed that your design style is exactly like mine. You visited my house once, and myputer was on my desk. You must have copied my designs at that time. You know that giarism can destroy your career, so why do you keep doing this?”

    While standing off to the side and watching, Neil felt a dark sense of unease creeping in. Why did it seem like things were starting to slip out of his control?

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    Unable to shake this feeling, he nced over at Vincent, who appearedpletely unbothered by the unfolding situation. Instead, Vincent’s gaze remained fixed on Katelyn, and that unwavering attention intensified Neil’s anger.

    He wanted to see if Vincent would still stand by Katelyn when she was exposed as a giarist.

    He was certain that if that happened, Katelyn woulde crawling back to him—broken and desperate for forgiveness. With this thought in mind, Neil decided to join the fray.

    “Katelyn Bailey, this is your chance. If you admit your wrongdoing now, maybe the public will forgive you and give you a chance to make things right,” he dered.

    Katelyn’s smile widened, and soon she burst intoughter.

    Herugh was clear and bright, like the sound of ringing bells.

    Unlike Neil’s angry tone, her voice was calm and almost serene. She pped her hands, her eyes filled with disdain, and said, “I have to admit, the two of you really are a perfect pair.”

    Lise and Neil were caught off guard by Katelyn’s sudden remark, unsure of what she meant.

    Katelyn then continued, “Two scheming viins—made just for one another.”

    Thatment was almost enough to make Lise lose her temper.

    How dare this insolent woman insult her so openly?

    She struggled to keep her anger in check, gritting her teeth as she responded, “Katelyn, we’re only doing this to help you. Are you truly willing to ruin your entire future for a fleeting moment of fake glory? You have stolen my design, and it’s exposed, yet you still refuse to admit what you’ve done?”

    Vincent was sittingfortably in his chair. He shifted slightly and turned his gaze toward the furious Lise.

    Watching the situation unfold was bing more entertaining by the second.

    He decided not to step in, trusting that Katelyn could handle things herself.

    Of course, if anything did go wrong, he was ready to step in and set things right.

    But he knew that wouldn’t be necessary.

    Katelyn’s eyes were filled with clear disdain as she slowly wagged her finger.

    “Did you not hear what the person in the audience just pointed out? They said my design style is almost identical to hers. But since you’re not the real Iris, what right do you have to use me of copying her?”

    Her voice took on a cold, cutting edge as she finished, like a knife slicing through the tension in the room.

    Lise’s heart skipped a beat. For a brief moment, she felt a wave of fear that her secret had beenpletely exposed.

    But she quickly dismissed the thought. It was just her nerves ying tricks on her.

    Her designs were on disy for everyone to see, serving as solid proof of her im to be Iris.

    Katelyn turned her attention to therge screen and gave Samuel a meaningful look. He immediately understood and changed the slideshow to disy the designs that Lise had presented.

    These were originally Katelyn’s creations—ones she had crafted with great care—but Lise had altered them to make them nearly unrecognizable.

    Katelyn’s distinct style was so unique that, in Lise’s attempt to hide her theft, she had awkwardly made a few modifications. These changes only ended up diminishing the quality of the designs.

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