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Joseph Allen looked around and said, “I think he just went out to answer a phone call.”

Kevin Clark:

As soon as this conversation ended, everyone in the banquet hall looked over.

Some were curious, some were confused, some were just looking. Some were disgusted, some were condemning…

Kevin Clark scanned the crowd and then placed his wine glass on the table beside him.

The collision of the glass and table made a noise, and the glass shattered the next second. The red liquid in the glass spilled out and flowed down the table.

Everyone’s pupils shrank, and then they immediately looked away.

Joseph Allen glanced at the broken glass and said, “I’ll go check on Felix Baker.”

Daisy Zane nodded.

The message on the screen continued to roll.

Daisy Zane casually took a sip of wine and looked at it calmly.

The screen displayed messages about her plagiarism, sent by a staff member from within Spotlight.

They posted a photo, a close-up screenshot of Phoebe Turner’s necklace, and a design draft.

Comparing the two, they were mostly the same with just some changes to the details.

To prove it, the staff member posted their work certificate with only simple redactions.

That design draft was indeed Daisy’s draft, which had been in Felix Baker’s safe.

Daisy thought to herself. It wasn’t always in the safe though.

Spotlight has a plan to train designers, and Felix Baker used some of her designs as teaching aids for others.

Two separate photos were also intentionally posted on the screen, enlarged and compared.

As she watched, William Lane, Robinson Scott, and Olivia Lane came over.

William Lane looked very serious, and he wished he could catch and kill the person responsible the next second.

Hardy Clark had a face full of sympathy and concern.

The rest… their expressions were all subdued. Hugo Clark and Robinson Scott were the most indifferent. Robinson Scott even had a look of relishing the spectacle on his face.

As for Olivia Lane… her beautiful little face seemed to be saying, “how unlucky can you be?”

Looking at their expressions, Daisy Zane understood that only Hardy Clark was unaware of the situation.

Seeing Olivia Lane holding her cell phone, Daisy took it from her hand and checked the messages on it.

Hugo Clark noticed Olivia Lane obediently handing over her phone to Daisy, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Was she… this well-behaved?

Daisy Zane looked down at the messages on her phone.

Almost all of them were cursing her.

[Shameless! Taking someone else’s work as your own, how can you have the nerve? Someone worked hard to create that design, and after you modify it, it’s suddenly yours?]

[This is too blatant. After plagiarizing, you even gifted it to someone else. What were you thinking? How could you present it, don’t you feel any shame?]

[Is this the arrogance of those with connections? Not only can they order the drama crew to stop or restart work at will, but they can also claim someone else’s design as their own?]

[Poor Phoebe Turner. Not wearing Spotlight’s jewelry but happily wearing someone else’s design, and it turns out to be a counterfeit. How does she explain this to Spotlight?]

[Plagiarism dog, get out of the entertainment industry!]

[Phoebe Turner got what she deserved. As a spokesperson, she doesn’t wear the brand she represents, but wears someone else’s design.]

[The powerful collude and band together, like a nest of snakes and rats. They might have even planned this together. They wanted to build Daisy Zane’s talented image, but it was exposed so quickly.]

[Serves them right. Who told them to mess with Clayson Ninevara’s design? It would be better to take anyone else’s, why Clayson’s?]

[Clayson’s works are powerful, and they want to build an image of jewelry design that is no worse than Clayson’s. Well, you just wait. Soon Maple Elite Entertainment’s PR team will be counterattacking.]

Daisy Zane casually browsed through the comments, then scrolled through Facebook.

She found the source.

The incident started with a Facebook post from a new account. The person said the necklace design seemed similar to Clayson Ninevara’s style.

They made one post.

Then, ten minutes later, they made another post, saying it still resembled Clayson’s design style, and even tagged Spotlight’s official website.

Spotlight’s official side didn’t respond, but a staff member from Spotlight quickly spoke up.

They posted comparison photos and showed their work ID.

Actually, Daisy clicked on their Facebook, they had over 5,000 fans.

Their Facebook posts were all related to Spotlight.

It was evident that they were a staff member of Spotlight.

The evidence seemed incontrovertible.

However, there was still no news from the official side of Spotlight.

Daisy gave Olivia the phone back, glancing at Kevin Clark talking with Theodore North and Calvin Stewart.

“Brother Nine, how do we resolve this?” Robinson Scott asked leisurely.

“Wait for the official site to clarify.” This matter was simple – once Spotlight cleared things up, it would be fine.

“Just like that?” Allonzo Hobson, who had just arrived, heard her question. “I didn’t let them turn off the screens; I’ve informed the media. Why not resolve it on-site?”

Daisy shook her head.

Today was Phoebe Turner’s birthday, and it was Hobson Family’s home field.

She preferred to resolve the issue quietly.

But… some people didn’t want her to resolve it quietly.

As her earrings hadn’t stopped shaking from her head’s movement, a sudden voice burst into their small group.

“Lady Zane sure knows how to steal the spotlight, even disrupting others’ birthdays.”

Everyone looked over, and Mrs. Maxwell and Clara Mitchell were standing at the side.

Daisy raised her eyebrows slightly after spotting them.

These two… one could be considered an irreconcilable enemy. She had sent Bonnie Maxwell to Mountain Sea Continent Prison, and Kevin Clark had beaten George Maxwell…

The other one could be considered the leader of her haters.

Putting these two together, they’d probably want to kill her.

As soon as Mrs. Maxwell spoke, the reluctant onlookers immediately looked over.

Now, they were shamelessly enjoying the drama.

Seeing them coming, Kevin Clark left Theo and his wife and joined Daisy’s side.

William Lane looked at her: “Mrs. Maxwell is quite good at catching attention too, and quite idle – she flocks to wherever there’s a commotion.”

“Mm?” Robinson Scott whispered to Daisy, “Is William Lane really that sarcastic?”

Daisy raised the corner of her mouth: “It’s genetic, I guess.”

Robinson Scott:”?”

Mrs. Maxwell’s sense of propriety was intact until she saw Kevin Clark. When she saw him, the knives in her eyes seemed ready to fly out, and she even forgot what William Lane said. In the end, she couldn’t maintain her politeness.

“I’ve lived for so many years, and this is the first time I’ve seen someone who copied others’ works at such a high-level banquet. It’s really novel.” Mrs. Maxwell tore the facade, not caring about anything. “Nowadays, what kind of people can enter?”

Kevin Clark looked at her, asking in a low voice: “What kind of people are we, the Clark Family?”

William Lane frowned:

Olivia Lane pursed her lips, thinking, who belongs to your family?