Chapter 580:


    “Miss Quinn, pleasee this way,” one of them said as they took hold of each of her arms.


    Vivi had no choice but to follow them backstage.


    As soon as she was out of sight, the venue descended into yet another round of chaos. This time, the discussions were louder and more frenzied.


    K stood below the stage, her expression dark. She couldn’t believe things had escted to such a point.


    Their n had seemed seamless, but for some reason, Vivi was the one getting used of giarism.


    What bitter irony.


    “Damn it! Just what on earth is going on?” K nibbled on her thumb, unwilling to ept defeat.


    She had invested so much in their n and had even gone over every detail to make sure it was foolproof. How could it all fall apart before her eyes like this?


    K gritted her teeth. One way or another, she was going to find out who was behind this sabotage.


    Sweat glistened on Garrett’s forehead, and his hands were damp.


    He had never, not even in his worst nightmares, imagined that things would turn out like this. Despite strict instructions from his superiors to secure Vivi’s victory, everything had unraveled at this crucial moment.


    “What now?”


    Garrett felt a sinking certainty—he was in serious trouble.


    He couldn’t afford to offend those in power, after all.


    The other judges exchanged nervous nces, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events.


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    “Should we head backstage to investigate first?” one of the judges suggested hesitantly.


    Garrett nodded briskly, “Good idea. Let’s investigate right away.” Without hesitation, they abandoned their seats and made their way behind the scenes.


    Once there, they immediately started going through the documents.


    However, the more they examined, the more their unease grew.


    The evidence was undeniable.


    The jewelry Vivi had created for Siro Group bore a striking resemnce to an old design draft released by Sadie’s studio. To make matters worse, Sadie’s team had previously issued an official statement, calling out the ws in that very draft and making it clear that Sadie was the designer.


    ording topetition rules, any participant with a history of copying others’ work would be permanently barred from entering.


    Garrett felt as if lightning had struck him.


    If the giarism was confirmed, Vivi’s career would be over. Worse, he himself would be implicated.


    He cleared his throat twice, straightened his posture, and spoke with a serious expression. “Everyone, we must proceed with great care. This concerns Miss Quinn’s standing as well as the credibility of this event.” Then, after a brief pause, his tone took on a calcted vagueness. “In my opinion, while there are certain simrities between these designs, it’s difficult to call it outright giarism. After all, creative minds can sometimes arrive at simr ideas.”


    One judge frowned, seemingly about to challenge him, but in the end, he remained silent.


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