NovelBookChapter 901: Adalynn, basking in the rising tide of support, allowed herself a smug smile. “Miss Holland, since you can't provide a shred of evidence, I demand a public apology for these baseless accusations against me!” The crowd's voices united in a deafening chorus. "Apologize! Apologize! Apologize!" Each chant fell like a hammer blow, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Karina, watching Corrine being backed into a corner, felt her heart race like a drumbeat.
The pressure in the air was palpable, yet her eyes flicked nervously to her phone, where the progress bar was almost at the finish line. “Just one percent left!” she muttered under her breath, her fingers tapping anxiously.
Then, as if on cue, her phone pinged.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKarina's face lit up like a spark in the dark, and she practically leaped forward, striding to the front with a triumphant grin. "The one who should be apologizing isn't her. It's you!" Leah's heart sank at the sight of Karina advancing, a chill of dread creeping up her spine. She glanced at Corrine, the question looming in her mind: Could she really be the designer behind Redamancg? But why hadn't Bruce ever mentioned it? Turning to Bruce, Leah found him staring intently at Corrine, his gaze filled with something she couldn't quite decipher.
Bruce himself was taken aback, clearly unaware of Corrine's true identity.
"You want proof?" Karina's voice rang out, full of conviction. "Then keep your eyes wide open and watch closely!" Moving through the crowd with purpose, Karina connected her phone to the venue's massive screen.
Not long ago, at the charity event, Nate had uncovered Corrine's identity as the mysterious designer Corry. Now, as the screen displayed eleven stunning design drafts, Nate's breath hitched, his eyes widening in awe.
His gaze flicked to Corrine, softening with warmth and admiration.
She was so extraordinary that he almost felt he didn't deserve her. The audience was stunned into silence as they absorbed the beauty of the designs. Each draft was a masterpiece, polished to perfection, exuding an effortless elegance.
It was clear now why Corrine had dismissed Adalynn's design as a rejected one.
Each draft was marked with the corresponding theme-Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning, Snow, Frost, Haze, Cloud, Ice, Rainbow, Dew. Though the style echoed Adalynn's, the execution was on an entirely different level.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe "Wind" draft, in particular, dwarfed Adalynn's version, a testament to its brilliance.
Adalynn's heart skipped a beat, and the color drained from her face. Her blood ran cold as she stared at Karina standing proudly on stage.
"Everyone in the industry knows," Karina said, addressing the crowd, "you can't just change your design style on a whim. Not even a genius like you could pull off such a drastic shift in so little time."
Adalynn stood frozen, the impact of the flawless designs on the screen hitting her like a lightning bolt.
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