Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1120:

The line went silent for a couple of seconds. On the other end, Grace glanced at the caller ID again, momentarily wondering if she had gotten the wrong person.

“How strange,” Grace finally replied. “You, of all people, asking for proof of design documents? Who in this world would be foolish enough to question you?”

The crowd exchanged puzzled glances. Grace’s words felt like an odd insult.

Everyone could see that Allison’s skill level far surpassed that of Abram. However, Abram’s prominence in the design world had sown seeds of doubt in some minds, causing suspicions to fester.

“That’s not important. What matters is whether you still have the original data stored,” Allison said coolly.

As she spoke, her eyes flicked briefly to Hoyt and Abram, who stood nearby. Both seemed utterly stunned, as if struggling to process what had just happened. Not only had Allison managed to get through the phone, but she had actually tracked Grace down.

“Someone is using my past designs and accusing me of plagiarism,” Allison explained. “Absurd, huh? This needs to be resolved at once.”

“Got it. I’ve sent it to you,” Grace replied, her tone bright and upbeat. Despite the casual air, she had worked with Allison before and knew exactly how formidable she could be.

“Don’t go easy on them.”

“I won’t.”

After ending the call, Allison wasted no time. She opened her phone and quickly located the files Grace had sent. Her old designs, preserved and ready, were the proof she needed.

Without further ado, she approached a waiter nearby and instructed him, “Please turn on the projector.”

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With Fabian’s permission, the waiter did as Allison said. The banquet hall dimmed at once, leaving only the white screen at the front illuminated.noveldrama

Allison connected her phone to the system and projected her designs onto the screen. The sheer number of images was striking, creating an overwhelming impression. At last, she brought up the high-heel designs in their exact chronological order.

“Data doesn’t lie. Everyone can see for yourselves.”

After Allison spoke, Abram finally snapped out of his daze. He never expected Grace, that bitch, to still support Allison after all these years, especially now that Grace was wealthy and had little to gain from it. Panic surged through him.

Meanwhile, the guests’ attention was fixed on the display, scrutinizing every detail of the projected designs.

“The work displayed is identical to the shoes Ms. Clarke just presented,” someone remarked.

“Yes, and look at the digital watermark at the bottom,” another added, pointing at the clear signature visible on the screen.

“Isn’t that the proof Mr. Marquez originally suggested? And now Ms. Clarke has provided the evidence herself!”

“I can’t believe Abram told so many lies,” a third voice said, incredulous.

The room buzzed with murmurs. Even those who weren’t familiar with design could recognize that the signed watermarks were authentic. Faking something like that was impossible.

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