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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 902
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Chapter 902: The truth was now undeniable: the discarded draft she had picked up really was Corrine's work. Corrine was the designer behind Redamancg! The evidence was irrefutable. Adalynn knew her career, her reputation-everything -was hanging by a thread.

Leah's eyes, icy with fury, bored into Corrine, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white.

So, it was true. Corrine was Corry, the designer.

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"Adalynn," Leah growled, her voice like a thunderclap, "care to explain what's going on here?" Her words broke the stunned silence, and every eye in the room snapped to Adalynn.

Adalynn's mind raced, her face drained of color as she stood there, paralyzed.

The weight of the scorn directed her way felt like daggers being driven into her heart.

The humiliation was unbearable. She wanted nothing more than to disappear.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words cout. What could she possibly say? What could she do now? "Just moments ago, she was so righteous. Turns out, she's the plagiarist!” someone sneered.

"Accusing others of lying, only to end up with egg on her face. I bet her face is on fire right now!" another added. "And she's called a design prodigy? More like a prodigy of plagiarism! I've never seen anyone steal so boldly and act like they've done nothing wrong!" Adalynn stood there, stunned and stripped of all pride, the whispers of the crowd shredding what was left of her dignity.

Her face was ashen, her mind reeling. With her voice barely above a whisper, she muttered, "I'm sorry, I have something to attend to," before turning to flee.

galhosts exclusive updates But as her foot took its first step, a hand shot out, blocking her path.

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Corrine darted in front of Adalynn, her expression caught somewhere between a smirk and a sneer. "Where do you think you're heading, Ms. Hemingway?" She wore a smooth silk gown. Her lips, painted bright red, curved into a pleasant smile, though her gaze stayed sharp and chilly.

"Adalynn, the show's just getting started." Karina descended the steps one slow stride at a time. Her voice stayed even, almost lazy. "If you leave now, we'll lose all the fun."

Adalynn had stirred up all this trouble. Did she honestly believe she er could slip away without paying for it?

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Karina added, "Adalynn, you're at least a somewhat famous designer. You even won that fashion competition five years ago with your own designs. That win brought you recognition and money. Back then, the seasoned pros in the industry called you a design prodigy. But about a year ago, the whispers started-people said you'd run out of fresh ideas. Look, every creative hits a wall sometimes, I get that. But now you're blatantly swiping someone else's work, entering it into a contest, and demanding the real designer apologize to you? How can anyone still call you a genius?"