A violent tremor ran through Hailey. Her pupils contracted, and her breathing hitched.
What was Daphne trying to say?
Was she accusing her of plagiarizing the master designer, Queen?
The designs she had were just some old drafts she’d found in a storage room at the Wynn family's house. How could they possibly be connected to Queen?
Was she supposed to believe that the internationally renowned and mysterious Queen had gone to the Wynn residence, sketched a pile of designs, and just left them there?
Impossible!
If the Wynn family had the connections to know someone of Queen’s caliber, they would have been flaunting it for years. They wouldn’t be in such a miserable state. They certainly wouldn't be fawning over Daphne, who was a tier below Queen.
Hailey swallowed hard, desperately trying to regain her composure. “Maybe… maybe it's just that great minds think alike! It was just a flash of inspiration—a pure coincidence that our ideas happened to align!”
Unless the drafts she found were genuinely Queen’s work, no one could produce concrete evidence to prove she plagiarized!
And how could drafts found in the Wynn family’s storage room possibly be designed by Queen herself?
Therefore, as long as she didn't admit it, no one could do anything to her!
“Is that so?” Daphne scoffed, a trace of mockery appearing on her stern, cold face. “Then, Contestant Number Four, perhaps you can explain why your ‘flash of inspiration’ not only coincided with my mentor’s style but also managed to replicate her brushwork and detailing, down to the last stroke?”
Hailey was stunned.
What brushwork? What details?
How could they be identical to Queen's?
Hailey stood frozen, forgetting to immediately retort, just staring blankly at Daphne.

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