Chapter 438: 438: Bite Back One Mouthful<div>


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    Overnight, the inte exploded.


    On one hand, Yvonne and the Mamet Corporation cleared their grievances and embarked on their first coboration. The Mamet Corporation bought Yvonne’s design ‘Dream Back’ from three years ago, making it thepany’s top jewelry piece for the next quarter.


    On the other hand, although Zara Woods did not win the championship, her work with Yvonne’s disciple Jason would soon be produced and sold as the main product of Bright Day.


    As for thest thing…


    Xaviera Evans was woken up by a noisy ringtone in the early morning.<div>


    Xenia Jaak’s worried voice came through the phone: “What’s going on? You’re still in the mood to sleep! Jason… and Zara Woods are going to sue you!”


    Xaviera was still groggy, her mind in chaos.


    Xenia gritted her teeth angrily: “Jason said your championship-winning piece in thepetition was giarized from his previous design, and he wants to sue you! How can he have such confidence! If he could have designed such a perfect piece, he wouldn’t have lost thepetition!”


    Xaviera’s eyes gradually cleared up.


    Things had be interesting. She hasn’t even dealt with Zara and Jason yet, and they were trying to bite back first?


    Xaviera logged into her ount and saw a bunch of messages in her inbox.


    She clicked on Jason’s Twitter, and her brow furrowed involuntarily.


    There were two photos on his Twitter – one was a design sketch provided by Jason, the other was the jewelry designed by Xaviera in thepetition. Both photos had many simrities regarding their design concept and color theme.


    Jason’s design sketch was published in the International Design Record magazine, and it was published three years ago.


    Jason added a caption to the picture—


    [At first, I wasn’t satisfied with this design. But the person in charge of the International Design Record approached me, hoping that I could publish a design sketch. So I handed in my recentlypleted design. Probably because the magazine wasn’t well-known, many people hadn’t seen it, giving Miss Evans an opportunity.]


    [But coincidentally, I participated in thepetition as well. The moment I saw that piece, I felt it was familiar. After going back and thinking about it, I decided to reveal the truth. I hope the organizers can take away Miss Evans’ trophy because her work was giarized, and she doesn’t deserve to be the champion!]<div>


    Xenia worriedly asked: “Xaviera, just because he has a sketch, he ims that you giarized. Who knows if he published that three years ago!”


    “Yes.” Xaviera answered calmly: “I’ve checked. The person in charge of the International Design Record did ept his sketch three years ago.”


    Xenia asked anxiously: “So what… ”


    “But this design sketch was drawn by me four years ago.”


    Xaviera said with a meaningful smile: “Although I haven’t published it anywhere, I can prove that the design sketch is mine.”


    In the design industry, giarism is considered heinous; having one’s creative work stolen feels like having one’s soul snatched away. So when a famous designer like Jason used her of giarism, she would have a hard time turning the situation around if she couldn’t prove her innocence.


    But she was Yvonne after all!


    Jason was only sabotaging his own career!


    Soon after, the person in charge of the International Jewelry Design Competition called Xaviera to inquire about her work.


    Xaviera didn’t give a clear exnation but asked calmly: “So, Mr. Jason is appealing to have my trophy taken back? Moreover, he’s holding a press conference tomorrow, inviting well-known designers to attend, protesting against giarism, and asking me to exin the source of my work?”


    “Yes, that’s right,” said the person in charge.


    Without hesitation, Xaviera answered, “I will attend.”<div>


    After hanging up the phone, Xaviera logged into her ck Tide ount on herputer.


    Although her designs were not all published, herputer contained all the rted records, as well as traces of her use.


    Some things couldn’t be faked. Even after four years, she could still find evidence.


    The next day.


    At the press conference, Zara Woods and Jason sat in front of the stage, their faces full of grief and anger.


    “I’ve been in the design industry for so many years, and this is the first time I’ve seen such a brazen designer. I’m already here, and she dares to giarize my work. Does she think I don’t remember a piece from three years ago?”