Chapter 1113
Chapter 1113:
When she confirmed the design draft was gone, a knowing smile appeared on her face. Then she calmly returned to her work, seemingly in an excellent mood.
The mission had been completed successfully. Chana was more than satisfied.
Meanwhile, Talia had already left Leo Studio and was strolling down the street at a leisurely pace. A smug smile tugged at her lips as she replayed what she had just done.
No matter how capable Annabel was, there was no doubt she would fail this time. “No one can help her now,” Talia thought, thoroughly pleased with herself.
When she arrived at Susan’s studio, she found Susan in her office. Talia walked up, pulled the design draft from her bag, and set it on Susan’s desk.
“Here’s the draft,” she said. “The dress matches the description Chana gave me. You can alter it however you want p>
The moment Susan saw it, her eyes widened in shock. She looked up at Talia, disbelief written across her face. She hadn’t truly expected Talia to be capable of stealing Leo’s competition entry.
But the surprise lasted only a moment before excitement surged through her. Susan quickly grabbed the draft and slipped it into a drawer.
Talia’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Now that I’ve given you what you wanted, you can’t go back on your word. Do you remember what you promised me earlier p>
Susan nodded. With Leo’s draft in her hands, taking care of Talia’s request would be easy.
“Just wait, Miss Clifford,” Susan said. “You’ll see soon enough p>
After Talia left, Susan took the draft back out and began studying it carefully. Annabel’s style was as creative and meticulous as ever. She really was the innovative type.
But so what?
By the end of the day, Susan had transformed Annabel’s design into something new, layering her own style over the original. Staring at her work, a rush of exhilaration swept through her.
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She could hardly wait for the competition to begin.
Finally, the day of the design competition arrived.
When the two rounds of the modeling competition ended—along with another round of the design competition—the chief judge stood and made his announcement.
“And the winner of this design competition is the chief designer of Leo Studio, Leo p>
“Wait a minute!” Susan’s voice rang out the instant the results were announced. She stepped out of the crowd with confidence and declared, “I need to expose the truth. The design Leo presented is plagiarized from my original creation p>
The audience below the stage reacted with confusion. Whispers spread as people exchanged uneasy looks, trying to understand what was happening. The judges glanced at one another, then took out the design drafts and examined them one by one.
No one knew what the chief judge had noticed, but he suddenly paused, a strange, unreadable expression settling over his face. Susan watched him closely, satisfaction blooming in her chest. It seemed she had hit the nail on the head. The smile never left her face.
She was certain she would win this time.