Chapter 273
Chapter 273:
She lifted her eyes and froze. Janice was staring right at her. Janice’s icy glare burned her pride to ashes.
It was as if Janice was saying, “See? Your precious daughter couldn’t care less if you and your family drop dead.”
Laurie shoved the panic deep down, refusing to let it show. Delilah only made that reckless vow to save face, to stop people from accusing her of hiring stooges. It was completely understandable.
Janice, on the other hand, was the real snake in the grass. She was ruthless and underhanded, stooping to the lowest tricks just to humiliate Delilah. If Janice hadn’t…
“Been so vindictive, Delilah wouldn’t have been pushed into making such an extreme oath.”
Laurie told herself firmly—this mess was all Janice’s doing. She sprang to Delilah’s defense, her expression hardening as she shifted all the blame squarely onto Janice.
Janice watched Laurie’s changing expressions with a chilly smirk. This woman was a lost cause, hopelessly adrift in her delusions. It was hard for Janice to fathom that she could be the offspring of someone so foolish.
However, Laurie seemed resolute in her denial, stubbornly walking deeper into the fog of self-deception.
“Janice, can you believe Delilah’s nerve?” Sierra huffed, clearly exasperated. “She’s playing dirty, no holds barred. People like her, with nothing left to lose, are impossible to outmaneuver.”
“No need to rush.” Janice’s response was measured, her voice smooth and calm. The faint smile curling her lips was impossible to read. “The real show is just about to start.”
“Huh?” Sierra blinked, confused by Janice’s cryptic words. Before she could ask more, a sharp voice rose from the crowd, cutting through the buzz like a knife.
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“Wasn’t Delilah caught plagiarizing in that clothing design competition?” Though it wasn’t shouted, the comment was loud enough to capture everyone’s attention.
“What? She’s a plagiarist? Seriously? How does she have the guts to show her face here?”
“You’ve got to be kidding. She got blacklisted from clothing design, and now she’s wormed her way into jewelry design? Some people really have no shame.”
“What about her so-called Starlit Dreams? Who’s to say that’s not stolen too? When it comes to plagiarism, it’s all or nothing.”
The murmurs swelled into a full-blown storm of accusations, the crowd’s disdain growing louder by the second. Delilah’s face drained of color, leaving her looking ghostly pale. Her frantic voice cracked as she tried to defend herself.
“I didn’t plagiarize! This design is mine. Please, you have to believe me!”
Her eyes brimmed with tears, a desperate attempt to stir some pity. But the onlookers, fueled by doubt and disdain, weren’t buying it. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, leaving her isolated in the rising tide of judgment.
Delilah’s anxiety grew as the noise around her escalated. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before Freak Design took notice. And once their sharp eyes were on her, it would be game over. Freak Design was famous for its zero-tolerance policy on plagiarism.
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