?<strong>Chapter 1107:</strong>


    It looked like thepetition wouldn’t wrap up anytime soon.


    Abram sneered. “You’re just making things up. And I’m sure you have no proof.”


    After all, this happened years ago. No matter what he said, Allison wouldn’t be able to dig up any evidence. But Allison simply raised her hands in a shrug.


    “My work speaks for itself. Besides, there are plenty of professional designers here.”


    She nced around at the crowd with a confident look on her face. “I’d like to ask you to helppare the differences between the two pairs of shoes and then let Mr. Morgan know. Is that okay?”


    “Of course, we’d be happy to,” the designers answered.


    The designers were passionate about originality.


    Besides, they were also eager to show off their skills in front of Fabian, hoping to make a strong impression.


    So, they quickly started pointing out the differences.


    “The most obvious difference is the color. Ms. rke’s shoes are ck, and Abram’s are white.”


    “Then there’s the fabric. The ck pair is made from velvet, while the white one is satin.”


    “Finally, the ck pair has thirty-twoyers on the wings, while the white pair has only thirty.”


    Abram listened carefully to each point, and his mind started to rx.


    He hadn’t heard anything that could discredit her.


    Allison watched him with curiosity. “Do you want to exin your design choices?” she asked.


    As she expected, Abram refused.


    “My design speaks for itself. You, the giarist, should be the one exining,” he shot back.


    “That’s exactly what I was about to tell you,” Allison replied.


    She then turned to face everyone, including Fabian.


    “Actually, Abram’s design is based on my work from years ago. Back then, I loved watching ballet. Specifically, Swan Lake.”


    “Ha,” Mny scoffed. “Abram has mentioned it before. Allison, are you really going to steal that too?”


    Her words seemed to voice what everyone was thinking.


    After all, Abram had already mentioned Swan Lake as his inspiration.


    “The jury’s still out on this,” Colton said coldly. “Why do you look like you can’t wait to see Allison being used of giarism?”


    “No, I was just having doubts…” Mny nodded softly, looking as though she had been unfairly used. “I understand now. I’ll be more careful with my words.”


    On stage, Allison continued her speech. “When I was young, I found myself drawn to the intense emotions and vibrant colors of the ck swan.”


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