Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1112:

Fabian smiled with satisfaction. “Yes, I’m truly very happy.”noveldrama

He could tell that Abram designed just for the sake of creating, while Allison focused on what the client needed.

As soon as the two pieces were placed next to each other, the contrast was obvious.

Fabian turned to face the guests. “Ladies and gentlemen, while I believe the result speaks for itself, I’ll still leave the final decision to all of you.”

Everyone present nodded in agreement.

“Abram clearly has a very shallow understanding of creative inspiration, reducing it to mere storytelling.”

“Exactly, that’s why his work comes across as rather chaotic.”

“When it comes to overall design, Ms. Clarke’s work stands out as superior.”

Though there was no clear proof of who had copied whom, it was evident to everyone what the truth was.

Since the contest was decided by votes on which work was better, and with no clear proof of plagiarism, it was clear that Allison’s piece would win.

As Abram realized this and anxiously tried to do something to turn the tide, a man suddenly stepped forward from the crowd. “Mr. Morgan, I object.”

Everyone turned to see Hoyt standing there in a gray suit.

He seemed to be smiling, but there was something cold and fake about it.

Allison locked eyes with him.

She could feel the hostility in his gaze.

Fabian frowned and asked, “And what’s your objection?”

Hoyt moved forward, holding a pile of papers.

He spoke to Fabian with confidence. “I have the original draft of these swan high heels right here. The owner of this draft told me that neither Mr. Marquez nor Ms. Clarke created it.”

He then threw Allison a mocking look before continuing, “Ms. Clarke just now was praising this design, while secretly putting it down, all to make her own work look better.”

He acted like a defender of justice. “I can’t stand such behavior, so I’ve decided to step up and expose her true nature. The design world doesn’t need people like her!”

With all these new twists, everyone looked confused and unsure of who to trust.

“Where did this other original design come from all of a sudden?”

“Speaking of which, earlier, Ms. Clarke didn’t provide any drafts to back up her claims; after all, words alone don’t mean much.”

“But that ballet shoe design created by Allison was truly outstanding.”

“Yeah, I agree, but still, let’s wait and see the evidence.”

Kellan could tell that Hoyt was purposely targeting Allison.

He walked up to Hoyt with authority and said, “Since when did our issues start involving other people?”

Hoyt instinctively swallowed hard.

He still remembered the dinner knife that had slashed his face and the car accident that had nearly left him paralyzed.

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