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    While cheers rang out for Christina, doubts came along with them.


    After all, no one could ever win over everyone.


    Ynda let out a sharpugh, dripping with scorn.


    “Effortless? If Allison hadn’t been here today, you would’ve lost to me!”


    Christina’s frosty gaze cut across to meet Ynda’s burning eyes.


    The audacity was staggering—how could Ynda so brazenly steal Christina’s glory and call it her own?


    “Do you really intend to im this work is all yours?” Christina asked, her tone as cold as steel.


    Ynda’splexion drained, a sh of panic darting through her eyes.


    What was Christina implying? Could she possibly know the truth? No! That couldn’t be!


    She had won the national championship without anyone suspecting she had used another designer’s creations. How could Christina have discovered anything?


    It had been buried wlessly. Perhaps the original designer was already dead.


    If not, wouldn’t someone have stepped forward by now? It never crossed Ynda’s mind that the drafts she had stumbled upon belonged to Christina herself.


    The style was unmistakable, though those earlier workscked the refinement Christina’s pieces carried now.


    Back when Christina had been used of giarism, Ynda had felt a gnawing unease.


    Yet she had smothered that thought, refusing to ept the truth—that the designs had been Christina’s all along. She couldn’t allow herself to face it.


    Her proudest im had always been her talent for design, and surrendering that crown to Christina felt worse than dying.


    The gift she had unted so arrogantly was rendered worthless in front of the one woman she despised most—a slow, unbearable torment far crueler than death itself.


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    The live chat blew up instantly. Some viewers were baffled, while others were hurling usations and curses like wildfire.


    “Wait, what does she mean by that? Is she saying Ynda giarized? No way! Don’t tell me this whole thing’s about to flip on its head!”


    “Come on, Ynda would never giarize! She’s the real deal. Christina’s just trying to twist the story now that she’s caught.”


    “What a thief! And to think she’s Allison’s mentor? Makes me wonder if Allison’s cut from the same cloth. Like mentor, like student, right?”


    Even though Christina had already proved her talent before, and the organizers had cleared her name, once someone got branded a thief, thatbel stuck. No amount of proof could fully wash it off.


    No matter what she did, there would always be people who called her guilty.


    “What are you even saying?” Ynda demanded, forcing a calm expression. “You’re the one who stole my work, and now you’re trying to pin it on me?”


    “Ynda,” Christina said coolly, her gaze sharp as a de. “You’ve got two options. Either confess right now, or I’ll show everyone the proof myself.”


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