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Aimee’s rhetorical questionnded like an unseen blow, cutting sharply across Neil and Lise.
Even as Aimee stepped onto the stage, they still clung to the feeble belief that public opinion could ruin Katelyn.
But the truth struck them with brutal force.
Neil’s fists tightened, knuckles cracking under the pressure, and he locked eyes with Katelyn, his stare cold and unyielding.
“This was all your doing, wasn’t it?”
The representative for Iris had been noticeably absent from such a critical press conference at the beginning.
Though some in the audience had noticed Aimee’s absence, Neil had dismissed it as insignificant.
Now, it was obvious that Katelyn had meticulously set the stage, waiting for them to falsely im Iris’ identity, only to shatter their facade with one crushing revtion.
Regret flooded Lise, draining the color from her face as panic settled in her eyes.
With the crowd of reporters and attendees, the story would soon spread across the inte.
She would be forever marked as a fraud.
Lise’s regret wasn’t in pretending to be Iris, but in not silencing Katelyn sooner.
If only she had dealt with Katelyn before, none of this would have happened.
Katelyn met Neil’s re with wide, innocent eyes, a subtle smile curling at the corner of her lips.
“Exactly what did I n? I foresee the future, predicting that Lise would masquerade as Iris today?”
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Her tone was airy, yetced with a biting undertone.
If they were bold enough to fabricate lies, they should have been prepared to confront the aftermath when those lies unraveled.
Katelyn found herself thinking that once this was behind her, she might finally enjoy some tranquility.
After all, with Lise having ensnared Neil sopletely in her deceit, it seemed unlikely she would have the energy to bother Katelyn again.
The massive screen behind them abruptly switched to a live feed, zooming in on Neil and Lise, amplifying their expressions to an exaggerated degree. At this point, any attempt at defense was pointless. Their reactions spoke volumes.
Vincent admired Katelyn’s profile, a subtle smile ying at the corner of his lips. Once again, Katelyn had exceeded his expectations. Partnering with her had proven to be the best decision of Vincent’s business career.
Aimee, microphone in hand, surveyed Neil and Lise with a mocking look.
“What’s the matter? Running out of words, or struggling to maintain the charade of being Iris?”
Neil’s expression darkened further. This was the most humiliating moment he had ever faced.
Aimee’s smile widened with increasing mockery as she approached Katelyn and spoke loudly for everyone to hear.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce someone to you. Miss Katelyn Bailey here is the true designer Iris. We have stood together through countless challenges to reach this point. Her brilliance cannot be imed by mere words from anyone else.”
These words touched Katelyn deeply. From obscurity to the heights of sess, the hardships and struggles were known only to those who had endured them. In moments when giving up seemed inevitable, their mutual support had been their strength. The apuse and des they received were truly theirs.
Katelyn moved over and embraced Aimee warmly, resting her head on Aimee’s shoulder, her eyes misting slightly.
“Thank you for always being there for me.”
Katelyn, deeply passionate about design, preferred to stay away from managing people or dealing with challenging coborators. Aimee took care of all these aspects, focusing on creating the optimal environment for Katelyn’s creativity.
Aimee gently patted Katelyn, her smile warm.
“Let’s not get too sentimental on such a great day.”
Katelyn nodded enthusiastically, taking a deep breath to steady her emotions.
“I’m just feeling a bit emotional, thinking about how tough our journey has been.”
Aimee’s smile was gentle and reassuring.
“But now, we’re at the top.”
Their heartfelt friendship and mutual respect touched the audience deeply, leading to a resounding round of apuse.
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