Mag-log inHeather frowned but said nothing more. Gloria was always consumed by jealousy; she would need to be very careful around her from now on.She looked at the people in the design department; everyone came over to congratulate her. She thanked them warmly and then instructed everyone to prepare for the banquet.Jennifer returned to the Lopez family home, completely distraught.Zachary was sitting on the sofa, looking at her with mockery. "Jennifer, you actually plagiarized G's work?"Jennifer was already heartbroken. Hearing Zachary's words, she paused, then scoffed. "So what? At least I imitated it perfectly."Zachary gritted his teeth in anger. This woman's success and brilliance were all stolen from others. Even her win in the international design competition was achieved by using someone else's blueprint."Jennifer, you truly disappoint me. You know that at your level, you're a high-tier designer. All the socialites rely on your designs. Their platform provided you with the best busin
Robin brought Quincy into the office.Seeing the CEO's gloomy expression, Robin knew they had interrupted a moment between the couple. His voice was low: "Sir, Mr. Lin needs to see Madam."He was just the guide; he absolutely had no intention of disturbing them.Quincy looked at Amanda, grinning. "G! Finally, I've managed to bring you out into the open. I feel so vindicated today."Amanda smiled briefly. "Actually, I never wanted to be exposed."Quincy disagreed with her approach. "Why do you always hide your light? With talent like yours, you should let the world know! You should be an example for others, inspire better confidence, and help people become their best selves...""That's enough, Quincy. If you keep praising me, my head will float away." Amanda offered a sincere thank you. "Thank you for today! Without your confirmation, I would still be arguing with those reporters.""Heh heh..." Quincy chuckled awkwardly. "I should be thanking you for letting me see such incredible work
Jennifer’s steps froze. She spun toward Amanda, voice tight with icy fury. “What more do you want? You’ve already driven me into a corner—are you trying to hound me to death?”Amanda decided this woman had no idea what the word “shame” meant. No—she’d been wrong. Someone like Jennifer didn’t possess a face to lose.“Jennifer,” Amanda said, eyes sharp as blades, “you copied my work. Did you really think you could walk away without a single apology?”Jennifer’s nerves were steel. Even if her designer-identity was shredded here, she could still find another trap to spring, another wound to inflict. The mask was off; every ounce of respect due to her would be exacted.“Yeah, Jennifer,” Quincy cut in. “G is a good person—she never smears anyone wrongly. Do you know how many kids without tuition she’s put through school? Every year she pours fortunes into them just so they can sit in a classroom and chase a future. Facing someone like that, the least you owe is ‘sorry.’ ”How to describ
Quincy held the plagiarized design up, facing the barrage of reporters, and explained, "I’m going to tell you the truth: G's work cannot be successfully imitated. This is because the person copying the work only replicates the visible design. They fail to understand that every single pattern in her design contains a sort of hidden code. Therefore, it is impossible to flawlessly trace or plagiarize it.""Once a work is copied, we can immediately identify it."Everyone exchanged baffled looks.A simple design blueprint... how does it have a code?Quincy continued, "This particular design was traced very well. However, the energy of the brushstrokes and the unique style simply couldn't be successfully imitated. The biggest mistake, though, was that the plagiarist copied G's logo along with the design. That’s how I knew at first glance that the person had plagiarized G’s work."Jennifer’s eyes widened instantly. There were so many tricks involved?A reporter asked, "Then what about Amanda
Quincy’s face practically screamed, "I've been wrongly accused!" when he heard that."Seriously, Robin! You're giving me too much credit. How would I dare to ruin your the Schmidt Group's event? I got a call saying someone had plagiarized G's design, so I rushed over to take a look," Quincy explained. "But there were reporters outside. I truly didn't expect them to follow me in when I walked through the door. I have absolutely nothing to do with them."Amanda frowned, her eyes shifting to the composed Jennifer. What was she up to?Benjamin scowled at the reporters. "Get them all out of here!"The reporters, having finally gained entry, weren't about to leave willingly."Mr. Schmidt, we received a tip-off that someone has plagiarized the work of Designer G. Is this true?" one reporter asked.Robin countered, "This is absolutely baseless. This is merely an internal company competition and has nothing whatsoever to do with G's work."Another female reporter piped up, "Robin, there's no s
Amanda was right there, but she wasn’t nervous at all. She was still chatting enthusiastically with the First Lady.When it came to design, it was all about personal preference. She didn’t take winning or losing too seriously.The more one cares about it, the harder it is to live. She was a living example of that. She lived comfortably, and that was better than anything!Amanda really liked the First Lady’s nails—they were a soft pink with diamonds on them, simple yet beautiful, and they made her skin look especially fair.Amanda had never been someone who did manicures, but she liked pretty nails.However, she often dealt with emergency patients who needed saving, so manicures weren’t really an option for her.With all the busy work she had, she couldn’t afford the time to indulge in such things.She looked at the First Lady with a regretful expression. “Madam, I really like beautiful nails, but I have a special job, so I’ve never been able to grow my nails.”“What special job?” Once







