Chapter 175

"Yvonne's designs are completely original! I watched her revise them three times myself!" Sophia Reynolds slammed her palm on the table in agitation.

Evelyn Sullivan massaged her temples and turned the laptop screen toward her. "See for yourself. The similarity exceeds 90%."

Sophia stared at the screen, her fingers tightening unconsciously.

"I refuse to believe she'd plagiarize..."

"If it's not plagiarism, then it's a leak." Evelyn shut the laptop. "Glorious started small-scale production of this design three months ago, waiting for today."

Sophia's face turned ashen, her lips trembling slightly.

"I'm going to confront her right now!"

"Stop." Evelyn's voice turned icy. "Alerting them now will only make things worse."

——

At the penthouse of Brocade Tower, Jason Zade swirled his wine glass with a satisfied smile. "Director Young, this move was brilliant."

Mason Young took a sip, his eyes glinting shrewdly. "The shares you promised me, Mr. Zade..."

"Don't worry. The contract will be in your hands the day MY Fashion Group goes under."

An assistant hurried in. "Director Young, the trending topic is live."

Mason nodded approvingly. "Keep pushing. I want MY to have no chance of recovery."

——

Evelyn's fingers flew across the keyboard.

The screen displayed: Mason Young, Creative Director of Glorious, Yvonne Young's uncle.

A cold smirk curved her lips as she dialed a private investigator. "Dig deeper. I want records of all their financial transactions."

——

As dusk fell, Evelyn approached her doorstep to the sound of a heated argument.

"Mr. Laurier, I said no means no!" Zoe Zade's cheeks flushed crimson with anger.

Lucas Laurier leaned against his sports car, grinning lazily. "I'll double the penalty fee."

"You—"

"Zoe." Evelyn interrupted. "What's going on?"

Zoe immediately linked arms with her. "Evelyn, this guy won't take no for an answer about some ad..."

Lucas straightened, his smile turning more earnest. "Evelyn, do me a favor?"

She gave him a cool glance. "Since when does Laurier Group lack spokesmodels?"

"We lack someone exactly like Miss Zade." His gaze burned into Zoe. "Name your price."

Zoe rolled her eyes and tugged Evelyn inside. "Not worth my time!"

Lucas called after them, "I'll be back tomorrow."

The door slammed shut. Zoe collapsed onto the sofa, fuming. "Why won't he take a hint?"

Evelyn gazed thoughtfully at the darkening sky outside.