"You said Blue Rose would quickly send over the design! What's happening now!?" Poly demanded.
"Well... she assured me the day before yesterday that it would be sent today, but suddenly, we can't reach her..."
Tullia felt awkward and puzzled.
Was Blue Rose really willing to jeopardize her own future?
"What do you mean by 'can't reach her'? Is she trying to back out?!"
"Ms. Poly, please don't be angry. I'll try to contact Blue Rose again. I believe she's not foolish enough to offend you. Anyone with a brain knows how to choose when faced with such consequences."
Tullia tried to soothe Poly, then pulled out her phone and dialed Blue Rose's number.
After ringing for a while, there was no answer.
"No response again?" Poly, seeing Tullia's troubled expression, darkened a few shades.
Tullia put down the phone, nodding slowly. "Ms. Poly, Blue Rose has sent the sketches! She also left a message, claiming she was too eng
Diana was a bit puzzled. "What's wrong?" John remained silent for a moment, then said slowly, "No protection." Diana: ... So, that's the reason. She squinted, then lowered her eyelashes, suddenly smiling. "No protection... it doesn't matter," she said playfully. Saying that, she raised her slender and straight legs, hooked them around John's lean waist, gently teasing. Full of meaning. Already on the edge, provoked by her, John almost lost control. He reached out, grabbing her unruly ankle. "Don't mess around, I don't know what I might do." "Is that so?" Diana raised herself, her hands wrapped around his neck, showing no restraint, but rather fanning the flames. Her eyes danced, enchanting like a forest nymph. She kissed his lips and whispered, "I'm in a safe period..." Upon hearing her invitation, John could no longer restrain himself, pulling her closer and pressing her
Joe stood still, her slender eyes sweeping across, landing on Poly's luxurious figure, and her gaze instantly lost its warmth. With a cold snort, she uttered three words, "She's not worthy." This blunt and incendiary statement instantly set the crowd on fire. If these two started a confrontation right here, it would be front-page news! Reporters immediately pressed on, asking, "Does this mean you have no intention of repairing your relationship with her and making amends?" "Never had any intention." Joe raised an eyebrow, a trace of disdain in her eyes. "I have no time to shake hands and make amends with a plagiarist. It would simply dirty my hands." Her words, filled with contempt, further fueled Poly's anger. Her eyes narrowed, and a surge of indignation enveloped her. Sure, Joe used to be on a pedestal, but she had become an internationally renowned design master over the past ten years. She was no longer the assista
Mr. Jepson took the cigarette from her hand, his expression serious. "Ms. Palmer, smoking is prohibited here." "Oh, really?" Joe put on a lazy expression. "It's been so long; I forgot." Mr. Jepson's face stiffened slightly. "Tonight is a solemn and grand award ceremony. While I hope for a successful conclusion, if, as you say, the final result is otherwise, I won't let a clown deceive everyone at this sacred event." Days before the ceremony, he received hints from John that there might be an issue with Poly's showcased work. So, following John's suggestion, he invited Joe. At Joe's words, she leaned against her assistant, a provocative smile on her face. "You old men have been confused for ten years, and suddenly you're awake. I'm not used to it." Mr. Jepson's expression tightened. "We're about the same age; you're also an old lady." This hit a sore spot for Joe. "Get lost!" She maintained herself so wel
The host cautiously asked, "Mr. Yamamoto, do you have any insights on Ms. Poly's creations?" Yamamoto pushed up the glasses on his nose and slowly spoke, "Ms. Poly's two creations are indeed beautiful designs." "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Yamamoto. It's truly an honor to receive your admiration!" Poly immediately responded, her excitement reaching its peak. This Yamamoto was notoriously demanding. A couple of years ago, at a design exhibition, he publicly stated that her designs lacked soul and were too common. She faced ridicule in the industry during that time, with many questioning if her abilities matched her current status. Now, even Yamamoto was praising her! After this awards ceremony, her designs tonight would become big news in the industry! The host, ready to conclude, suddenly noticed Mr. Yamamoto in the front row waving his hand, signaling that he hadn't finished speaking. The host quickly put down the m
Poly's heart sank, unease flooding in. She looked at Mr. Yamamoto, somewhat excited. "Mr. Yamamoto, if you have any issues with me, you could discuss them privately. Why conspire with Joe to smear me in such a public place?" "Ms. Poly, no need to get worked up. Whether it's a false accusation or not, we'll know after looking at the photos!" Mr. Yamamoto's expression became stern, his tone severe. At that moment, the screen flickered, and a photo appeared. The audience sighed at the sight of the jewelry—a pair of pearl earrings! Apart from a slight difference in pearl color compared to Poly's design, the shape was identical! Then, the screen shifted, revealing another photo. It was the folding fan necklace! Similarly, except for a subtle color difference on the fan surface, at first glance, it was indistinguishable from Poly's displayed design! The crowd erupted in astonishment. "This is blatant p
"Both of them bring shame to the design industry. I disagree with Ms. Palmer participating in the Royal Jewelry Art Exhibition!" Bernie continued. Joe, irritated, retorted, "Old man, after so many years, your intelligence hasn't improved at all?" Bernie, turning red, declared, "Even after all these years, you remain reckless and disrespectful. I may be your elder, but you lack basic respect." Joe, disdainful, replied, "As an elder, if you can't distinguish right from wrong and support injustice, you're not worth respecting." A potential argument was brewing, but Mr. Jepson intervened. "Both of you, the incident ten years ago lacked conclusive evidence, and recent events suggest Poly's talent doesn't match her reputation. I believe Ms. Palmer might have been wronged." On the side, Mr. Yamamoto also nodded approvingly. "Ms. Palmer's talent far surpasses Poly's. I don't believe for a moment that she would plagiarize Poly's work," he state
Moreover, if Joe indeed made a comeback, Poly's mediocre designs wouldn't stand a chance against her. Poly's future didn't concern Charlotte much. But the problem was, if Poly really fell in the design world, Charlotte would lose many connections and opportunities herself, affecting her career. This was about her own interests, so she had to find a way to extricate Poly from this situation. Charlotte spoke slowly, "Tonight's situation is settled. People with discerning eyes understand what happened. You better not argue or get angry; it will only further damage your image." "What else can I do? Allow myself to be humiliated on stage?" Poly's face turned extremely ugly, then she tightened her coat and looked at Charlotte, "Charlotte, tell me, what should I do now?" Charlotte was her favorite student. Not just because of her privileged background and good design talent, but more importantly, she was intelligent, tactful,
Diana frowned and warned, "Sir, you're in the wrong place. This is the women's restroom." Ignoring her, the man continued advancing towards her. "Sir, if you come any closer, don't blame me for not being polite!" Diana's tone grew assertive. What on earth? In a place like this, there was an audacious pervert? Whether her words angered him or not, the tall man suddenly appeared displeased, glaring at her fiercely. Then, he reached for her neck with the intention of choking her. Reacting almost instantly, Diana grabbed his wrist, feeling a hint of alcohol as they got closer. Was he drunk? Diana was perplexed, but she suddenly saw the man extend his other hand, aggressively aiming for her abdomen. He was strong, but still not a match for her. With a steely gaze, Diana took the initiative to throw him off. The burly man, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, was thrown towards the restroom door, crashing into the wall and al