A flicker of disappointment passed through Katelyn’s eyes.

“Such wonderful creations, yet you’ve destroyed them,” she said. Her words left Lise puzzled, but she instinctively retorted,

“These were my creations from the start.”

“Really?”

Seeing Lise persist in her denial, Katelyn said nothing more and promptly brought out her original design drafts.

The two sets of designs were laid side by side, making the differences stark for everyone to see.

Katelyn’s designs were on the left, and Lise’s on the right. Both designs shared a strikingly similar concept and structure, differing only slightly in details.

This clear display allowed the audience to easily judge the quality of each design, instantly revealing which was superior and which was lacking.

Lise’s complexion turned pale, her breathing grew uneven, and she unconsciously clenched her fists.

How had Katelyn gotten these original drafts?

Wasn’t the computer supposed to be Iris’? How did Katelyn end up with these?

Lise’s expression turned somber as she recognized that she had seen these original designs before.

That explained why the designs Lise had presented seemed familiar to him. It turned out Lise had secretly modified these and passed them off as her own.

Lise’s eyes widened, as though she wanted to defend herself, but she found herself speechless.

Katelyn paid her no mind and kept showcasing the comparative images.

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For every design Lise presented, Katelyn had the original.

Of the twenty or so designs, none were Lise’s genuine creations. They were all plagiarized.

The audience, sharp and discerning, quickly grasped what was being demonstrated.

Those who had supported Lise now reversed their views.

They understood why Katelyn had called Lise’s work “cheap copies,” and they comprehended her earlier expression of grief over the ruined creations.

The excellent original designs had been tarnished by Lise’s modifications.

After presenting all the images, Katelyn didn’t rush to speak; she simply observed Lise with a faint smile, evidently waiting for her to explain herself.

She was intrigued to see what kind of outlandish excuse Lise would offer.

Furious, Lise pointed at Katelyn and, through clenched teeth, said, “So you’re indeed the one who stole my designs. When I caught onto your plans, I modified the originals to handle the situation, and now you accuse me of plagiarism? Isn’t that absurd?”

Katelyn’s smile widened, her eyes curving into crescents. “Lise, it seems you won’t admit defeat until you see the repercussions. I’ve never seen a designer ruin their designs so thoroughly compared to the originals.”

Despite the evidence, Lise continued to deny any plagiarism. Her adamant denial caused some previously skeptical audience members to doubt again. “I was pressed for time, so I had to make some quick adjustments, but the designs are truly mine.”

“You seem to only learn the hard way,” Katelyn said pointedly.

At that moment, the screen changed to display email exchanges between Katelyn and Samuel.

She had arranged for Samuel to prepare this, intending to reveal Lise’s deceit plainly.

Vincent looked at the screen, his expression one of dawning realization.

It seemed Katelyn had foreseen these events and prepared meticulously.

As the email records were displayed, Lise felt a surge of panic, as though a hand was clenching her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Lise had a strong sense that once Katelyn disclosed the emails, she would lose everything she had worked for!

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