The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1465

In the backseat, Charlotte rested her head and scrolled through the latest news on her phone. The story had already shifted. People weren’t just doubting if the dress was real, they’d started tearing down Emily as a person. A wave of nasty comments was flooding in. Meanwhile, Sabina’s dress was blowing up with praise. Total night and day between them.

Charlotte looked at the dress on her own phone screen and let out a cold laugh. “Honestly, some people just don’t know when to quit.”

Anthony reached over, taking a shawl and draping it across her shoulders. His voice was gentle. “You’ve been nonstop all day. Are you sure you want to handle this now? If you’re tired, let me do it.”

“I’m not tired.” Charlotte’s reply was cool, her eyes already ice-cold. She closed out of Twitter and called Jeva’s headquarters.

The entire office seemed to hold its breath as soon as they saw who was calling. “Good evening, Ms. Tracing. How can we help?” They knew if the Boss herself was on the line, it was never for something small.

“Put the design director through.”

“Yes, of course.” The operator was shaking, barely able to transfer the call.

When the design director picked up, he was right in the middle of fielding the “Emily wore a fake” drama. Now, with Ms. Tracing herself on the phone, he felt a rush of panic.

She must have seen the news online. The incident happened right in Cabinda, and so was she. There was no escaping it. Everyone at Jeva knew Ms. Tracing didn’t tolerate plagiarism. If she’d taken the time to call in person, she must be furious.

“Ms. Tracing, I only just found out about the leak,” he blurted out, desperate to explain. “We’re already investigating who leaked the sketches. As for Emily’s ‘theft,’ we’ll be pressing charges.”

“Don’t bother with the investigation,” Charlotte said quietly. Her voice was colder than before, each word clear, not rushed. “I’m the one who gave Emily the dress.”

Charlotte’s voice cut in again, sharp and serious. “You weren’t told about ‘Flowers.’ So what about ‘Stars’?”

“Stars?” He swallowed, panicking. His heart was pounding. “Didn’t we loan that out to a charity?”

His words had barely landed when the deputy director burst into the office, waving a folder. He looked as if he’d sprinted all the way there, nerves jangling.

“We’ve got a problem,” the deputy director said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Turns out, someone pretended to be with the charity and borrowed ‘Stars.’ Now it’s ended up on the red carpet. Some B-list actress is showing it off.”

Seeing it for himself, the director was floored. He couldn’t even get a word out.