Especially while abroad, there were many things beyond my control. The audacity to giarize openly suggested that this personnew about my abilities long. before and clearly didn''t regard me, a mere student, as a theat This tetion filled me with frustration and fear. Such tant copying indicated that the person''s background must be significant.


    Both William and Gabrielle were grim expressions, clearly sympathizing with my situation.


    To giarize so openly is a clear sign of disrespect. I think we need to inform Mr. Watty about this," Willian insisted.


    I understood that if this matter escted to our mentor, it would be serions. "I think we should wait and see how the organizers respond. After all, we''re outsiders, and Mr. Warty can''t backus up." I suggested


    I usually didn''t seek out trouble in situations like this, but I was also not one to shy away from it. I genuinely wanted to low what kind of mindset drove someone to steal my work and publicly disy it without shame.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    As we were discussing this passionately, a statt member from the organizing team approached us.


    The three of us tell silent, watching them curiously-were they here to st


    support The?


    One of the staff members smiled warmly, their eves shimmering with a hint of kindness. "Wee, everyone, to our exhibition. All the artworks disyed here have been created by artists we have specifically selected," they announced.


    It became clear to me that they didn''t consider us noteworthy at all. It was precisely because we were unknowns that they felt tree to giarize openly.


    I took a deep breath, preparing to seize the right moment to take action just then, a familiar figure entered through the door-it was our mentor, Mr. Watty.


    He quickly approached me, and as he did, the staff member continued their enthusiastic exnation and moved in front of my piece.


    This outstanding design is currently in production and is the workot our rising star, Linda Brooks," they stated.


    The staff member smiled, and I noticed a short-haired woman walking toward us.


    Perhaps this was Linda, the designer who had stolen my work She wore a luxurious outfit,


    outfit, exuding an alt of intellectual elegance.


    However, I could tell from the bag she carried that her circumstances weren''t as morous as she portrayed; it seemed she was deliberately trying to showcase her goods.


    Having experienced a privileged life as Mrs. Grayson in my past life, I had be quite familiar with luxury The bag she carried appeared genuine at first nce, but upon closer inspection, I noticed a subtle w that revealed it was take.