Chapter 1115
Chapter 1115:
Susan was furious, but she forced herself to keep her voice low. They were still in public.
She glanced around and saw that everyone’s attention remained on the display racks. Breathing shakily, she hissed into the phone, “What the hell is wrong with you? Where did you get that design? It looks nothing like what Leo just presented. And it has nothing to do with vintage style p>
“I don’t understand. That’s not possible.” Talia swallowed nervously. She had been absolutely sure. Chana had locked that sketch in the drawer.
“There has to be some mistake, Susan. That was the draft I got.” Talia couldn’t even imagine that the innocent-looking Chana would lie or scheme against her. She shook her head again and insisted, “I’m sure. There was no mistake p>
“Susan p>
Susan flinched at the sudden call of her name. She froze, then quickly ended the call and turned around.
It was the chief judge. “Please introduce your design to us p>
Susan closed her eyes briefly, forcing herself to steady her breathing. She slipped her phone away, gathered herself, and walked toward the display rack where her dress was showcased.
“This dress was inspired by an American drama I watched,” Susan said.
She explained everything in detail, careful not to leave anything out. If Annabel hadn’t known the truth, she might have believed her.
But the moment Susan finished, several designers exchanged strange looks. Their expressions were awkward, hesitant—almost amused.
Susan stared at the dress, as if searching for an explanation in its seams and embellishments.
Had she said something wrong in her nervousness?
Chana and Annabel sat at the back of the audience and shared a knowing smile. Then Chana turned toward the stage and raised her hand, putting on a puzzled expression.
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“Wait p>
She stood and walked forward, as if she needed a closer look. With a deeper frown, she said, “Susan, you’re very talented—I know that. But this dress feels strangely familiar to me. I’m not implying anything, but… I’ve seen a similar dress in Master Leif’s collection. Even the placement of the opals on the belt looks the same p>
Susan’s stomach sank. She could already tell Chana was about to bring her nothing but trouble—and the moment she mentioned Leif’s name, Susan’s heart skipped.
“I’ve read Master Leif’s book,” Chana continued innocently. “He said this was one of his favorites. So why does Susan’s dress look exactly like it? Is this plagiarism p>
Susan went pale, frozen in place.
The other designers began murmuring loudly enough for Susan to hear, throwing her strange, suspicious looks.
“I thought it looked familiar too. I’ve seen the same dress in Leif’s book p>
“I was mistaken earlier. So that’s how Susan won those other competitions—she plagiarized. How did she even become a designer p>