Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted (Stella and Keegan) novel Chapter 1537

Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted Chapter 1537 [Eleven Jewell]

Wenham remained silent, clearly agitated by the comments about his daughter.

No matter how compelling the evidence on the screen was, he refused to accept his daughter would resort to plagiarism.

Even if it were true, he wholeheartedly believed that Stella was completely unaware. But things could escalate, and it could stain her reputation if the plagiarism were confirmed.

As Wenham was about to speak, Trevor cut in and said, ” What do we do? If we don’t address this now, people will think our designer is a thief.”

Darcie shot Trevor a glance, “The other party has shown their drafts. They wouldn’t have made a scene at this press conference if they didn’t have concrete proof. I also find it hard to believe Stella would instruct a designer to do this. But if

the designer is guilty, Stella will be implicated since she is organizing this event.”

Trevor calmly added, “What if it’s a set-up? What if the other party is intentionally trying to frame us? Well miss the optimal time for a comeback if we wait any longer. Even if we issue a statement later, few will buy it. The people have already made up their minds. They’ll believe what they first see. Even if the evidence later is ironclad, netizens will dismiss it as a slick defense.”

Darcie furrowed her brows. She wanted to say more, but Wenham interjected, “Let’s hold off for now. Stella is confident, and we shouldn’t doubt her.”

Darcie pressed her lips together and said nothing more.

The revelation of the design drafts caused a commotion in the audience.

Chad grinned and said, “Ms. Hall, care to explain how our design was turned into The Velvet’s tenth-anniversary piece?

Don’t we and your loyal consumer base deserve an explanation?”

Stella redirected her gaze toward him, “If you think this can pass as evidence, then anyone can waltz in with a few sketches and cry plagiarism.”

design.

“I left The Velvet in haste and left behind some personal items. So, I asked Maggie, who had a good relationship with me before, to fetch them for me. That was why we met up at the coffee shop. We didn’t chat for long when I suddenly received a call saying something had happened to my child at school. I immediately rushed out and couldn’t even manage a proper goodbye.

“It was only when I was on the road that I remembered I’d forgotten my design drafts. They contained the sketches of the

new products I’d created for the company. I hastily contacted Maggie, asking her to hold on to them and telling her I’d swing by to pick them up. My design drafts were in Maggie’s possession for nearly an hour. She easily could have browsed through them and plagiarized my work!”

“You’re spouting nonsense!” Maggie’s face turned pale with anger. She gripped the microphone, her voice quivering from the intensity, “I kept your design drafts safe, but I didn’t so much as turn a page. I’m a designer myself; I know howimportant sketches are to a designer. Why would I possibly intrude on your private belongings?”

“Only you know what you did,” Barbara jeered, looking at her with a sardonic smile. “How do you explain the striking similarities in our designs if you didn’t peek at my work? Are you insinuating that we somehow share the same brain?”