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
Diana returned to the private room, intending to open the door, but it swung open from inside. John stood at the door, and upon seeing Diana, his usually cold eyes softened. "Are you leaving?" Diana asked, a bit puzzled. "Yeah," John looked at her. "Did you eat enough?" "Yes." Diana hurriedly responsed, giving him a slight glare with her eyes. There were others present. She had just eaten almost half the table, and now saying she hadn't eaten enough would be quite embarrassing. Receiving her glance, John's eyes warmed even more. He stepped out, reaching for Diana's soft fingers. "Let's go back." Mr. Jepson immediately stepped forward, politely guiding John, and escorted them to the door. On the side of the road, Ethan and Jackson were already sitting in the car, waiting. Seeing John coming down, Jackson got out of the front passenger seat, opened the back door, and let them in.
When John uncovered his side of the blanket and noticed the sleepwear Diana was wearing... What would his expression be like then? Diana had some anticipation. With John's eyes locked on her, her anticipation grew. Under her eager expectation, John reached out and turned off the lights in the room. Suddenly, it was pitch black. Diana: ... Soon, she realized. Was this going to be some mischief in the dark? But like this, wouldn't he be unable to see how sexy she looked now? She thought for a moment and slowly spoke, "John..." "Goodnight." John leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Diana: ??? Goodnight kissing was not enough! Where's the understanding? He completely missed her hint! Internally screaming, Diana was about to drop another hint when she saw John neatly covering his side of the blanket. Then, he lay down. Complete silen
Poly turned to Tullia. "Do as Charlotte suggested earlier: buy the media, suppress opinions, and blur everyone's judgment. No matter what, we need to quell this issue!" "Alright." Tullia nodded and went to work. Poly leaned back, making herself a cup of coffee. She wanted to see what kind of trouble would arise if she didn't apologize. Throughout the day, Poly's PR team worked tirelessly, buying off articles, deleting comments, spending a considerable amount of money. It did have some effect; the public opinion wasn't as harsh as expected. After all, her established image, though tarnished by recent events, still had some credibility. Many uninformed people believed the conspiracy theories and thought she might be framed. Poly felt a sense of relief. In the hotel, Poly raised her glass to Charlotte. "Charlotte, thanks to you. I knew I didn't make a mistake in choosing you. With an outstanding student lik
Diana patted his shoulder, "Just take the photo and show us afterward." "Sure," Jackson replied uncertainly. Diana dashed back to John, grabbed his hands, and stood on tiptoes, puckering her lips as if about to kiss. John's eyes sparkled, and he bent down, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. Diana froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. "John, not like that! I was posing for a kiss, not actually trying to kiss you." John looked slightly awkward. Diana continued to laugh, "Why are you so adorable? I love you so much!" Jackson, still holding the camera, felt awkwardly stranded, regretting his decision to follow them. Diana dragged John into various poses, then turned to Jackson. "How did it turn out? Did you get a good shot?" "Uh, should be decent." "Let me see." Diana rushed over, grabbed the phone, and glanced at the photos. Upon seeing them, she was instantly taken aback. "