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    “We strongly advise you to acknowledge that your previous work was copied from Vivi’s design.”


    A coldugh escaped Sadie’s lips.


    “So this is how the International Jewelry Design Competition operates? Throwing out baseless usations?”


    Garrett’s face darkened.


    By now, the other judges had already ruled Vivi guilty of giarism.


    Sadie was the only one who could change the situation.


    “Miss Hudson, there’s no need to be so agitated,” he said smoothly. “If you agree, I can arrange for you to receive a substantial sum—enough to ensure you livefortably for the rest of your life.”


    Although Garrett wasn’t particrly pleased with how things had unfolded, this was still preferable to jeopardizing his own position.


    Sadie arched an eyebrow.


    “Oh? So you’re telling me I have no choice but to confess to giarism?”


    When Garrett saw her reluctance, his expression hardened, his toneced with an unspoken threat.


    “Miss Hudson, you’re an intelligent woman. You should understand what’s in your best interest. You’re up against forces far beyond your control. The person backing us isn’t someone you’d want to antagonize.”


    Sadie narrowed her eyes slightly.


    Garrett was clearly siding with Vivi, and Vivi had K on her side.


    But who was supporting them from behind the scenes?


    A sudden realization struck her.


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    Her fingers curled into a fist.


    Garrett mistook her silence for hesitation and decided toy his cards on the table.


    “There’s no harm in telling you,” he said, his voice low. “It’s Mr. Noah Wall. He’s already determined that Vivi will take home the championship. No matter what, the oue won’t change. You’d do well not to fight against it.”


    Sadie felt like the ground had disappeared beneath her feet.


    Noah?


    She should have seen thising.


    Garrett, unaware of her connection to Noah, assumed she was just another disposable piece in the game.


    He took a leisurely sip of coffee, amusement flickering in his eyes.


    “Well, Miss Hudson, have you made your decision?”


    Sadie let out a sharp, derisiveugh.


    She lifted her head, her gaze cold, filled with mockery.


    “I recorded every word you just said. This will go straight to the authorities. And if this is the kind of corruption the International Jewelry Design Competition runs on, then I want nothing to do with it.”


    With that, she pressed a button on her phone, withdrawing from thepetition.


    Then she made sure the recording was saved in several different emails.


    Garrett’s face drained of color.


    His entire body trembled. He had never expected Sadie to record him. If that recording got out, not only would he lose Noah’s favor, but his entire career woulde crashing down.


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