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    “Exactly! She’s a thief, in and simple. All those awards she unts were stolen—none of them truly belong to her.”


    “Mrs. Dawson, do you have anything to say?” the host asked, extending the microphone toward Ynda.


    Ynda epted it, her expression soft and gentle as she addressed the crowd. “Thank you to everyone who has supported me. I won’t let you down. I believe Christina didn’t do this on purpose, so please don’t be too harsh on her.”


    Her voice wavered as she spoke, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. That fragile yet gracious act instantly tugged at the hearts of her supporters, while at the same time fueling their fury—driving them tosh out at Christina with even harsher insults.


    “Christina, just get lost already! Your face is giving me a headache.”


    “Seriously, how can someone as kind-hearted as Ynda even exist? Even when she’s being pushed to the edge, she’s still worried about that trash getting yelled at.”


    “It must be her kindness that made her the apple of Brendon’s eye—the one he’d dly go through that tormenting praying without a second thought.”


    Once Brendon’s name came up in the livestream chat, the fans went into full-blown love-fest mode, showering him and Ynda with praise.


    “And you, Miss Jones? Got anything to say for yourself?” The host handed Christina the mic.


    Christina didn’t flinch. Her voice was calm, measured, as she spoke. “I’m going to show through my actions that I didn’t copy Ynda.”


    The chat exploded with disbelief. Those who already believed she was copying Ynda wouldn’t listen, and kept tossing insults her way.<fn20eb> This update is avable on fι?dnοvel</fn20eb>


    Soon, the staff divided the stage in two, cing the women on opposite sides where they couldn’t see each other. Christina stood tall, her face calm, showing no sign of fear or tension. Meanwhile, Ynda was visibly on edge, her nerves starting to show.


    “The judges have chosen the theme—vintage with a bold twist. You may start now,” the host announced.


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    As soon as the host finished speaking, the cameras zoomed in on both women. The livestream split into two screens, one showing Christina and the other Ynda, both now in the middle of their design process.


    “Look at Christina, the giarist, already sketching away. Why’s Ynda just standing there?”


    “You think designing is a walk in the park? Like, no thought required? If it were that easy, everyone would be a designer.”


    “Christina’s probably just faking it—pretending to be all creative when she’s got nothing.”


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