?<strong>Chapter 1106:</strong>


    “It’s purely a coincidence if there are any simrities,” he said, trying to hold his ground.


    He fought to stayposed, but deep down, Abram knew that he had walked right into a trap.


    This was exactly what Allison had been counting on. It all made sense now — no wonder she had seemed so calm when he had rushed to present his design earlier.


    She had been waiting for him to slip up from the very beginning. The others weren’t entirely buying his exnation.


    “But I should say this isn’t just simr. It’s practically identical.”


    “I can’t even tell who was the giarist between them.”


    “During thepetition, there were separate sections, so they shouldn’t have been able to see each other’s designs,” someone pointed out.


    As the argument started to heat up, Allison was about to step in, but a few voices from the crowd spoke up first.


    “I can vouch for Ms. rke. She didn’t giarize.”


    “I can back that up too. I filmed the whole process of Ms. rke making the high heels. She made two pairs at once and never nced over at the other side.”


    “Besides, Ms. rke didn’t even need a design draft!”


    The message was clear — Allison had created the shoes on her own, showing that she understood the design better than anyone.


    But there were still people who supported Abram.


    “Stop with the jokes! Abram didn’t sneak a look at Allison’s work!” Fabian quickly picked up on the hidden message.


    He furrowed his brow and turned to Abram.


    “Did this design alsoe from that senior designer?”


    “No… it didn’t,” Abram quickly denied, looking ashamed.


    Just moments before, he had been confidently exining his design concept to everyone. Admitting it was someone else’s idea now would make him lookpletely foolish.


    “She copied my work a long time ago and set me up!” Abram’s eyes were wide with panic as he pointed at Allison. “This shoe design is from years ago. She stole it secretly and made it before me.”


    Allison let out a smallugh.


    She understood that when people were trapped, they often tried to hide the truth desperately.


    Most of the time, they would instinctively cast themselves as the victim, switching the roles around.


    “Mr. Morgan, only part of what Abram is saying is true. I’m the one who was giarized,” Allison said.


    As she and Abram faced off again, everyone gasped.


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