I followed Dion into the office.
He closed the door and then looked at me with a serious look on his face, "Charlotte Archer, why are you so confused? Although Mr. Cowell is helping you get to the final, you couldn't have copied someone else's work!"
"I didn't copy her work. She copied mine instead."
I said calmly.
"Did she plagiarize you? How could it be possible? You entered the second round with a ranking of being the last one among the 50. This time, the work was well-completed with an innovative idea. At first glance, it was obvious that Mabel had spent a lot of effort on it. You could have plagiarized others' works instead. But why did you plagiarize hers?"
Dion's words indicated that he didn't believe what I said at all.
He only believed that it was I who had copied Mabel's work.
But I didn't blame him.
After all, although my design skill was somewhat good in the company, it wasn't at the same level as Mabel's.
Mabel had won
