Chapter 171
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Bathed in the ethereal glow of the spotlight, I strode onto the raised platform in a breathtaking champagne–colored gown.
The luminescence cascaded over me, accentuating every curve of form.
my
With poise and assurance, I acknowledged the assembled pack, each gesture radiating intelligence and elegance. My wolf felt a surge of pride, her fur rippling with confidence.
The emcee, his voice brimming with excitement, announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome the heart of this gathering–Miss Miller!”
“These magnificent creations are the work of this gifted designer!”
The audience gasped; flashes of light erupted; every eye was upon me.
I smiled serenely, relishing the moment. My wolf revelled in the attention, basking in the adulation.
The design director stepped forward, holding a contract.
“From this day forward, she is the lead designer of the Smith pack!”
A thunderous applause erupted; I gracefully accepted the contract, my smile unwavering.
Meanwhile, Alexander, observing the live feed, his face drained of color. He crushed his goblet; the crimson wine spilled, mirroring his plummeting spirits.
“Emily remains imprisoned, suffering. And Isabella, that ungrateful she–wolf, is showered with accolades!”
His expression was grim.“I will expose Isabella’s true nature!”
Negative comments began to surface on the Howlnet.
“Why does the Smith pack’s style resemble a relic from past seasons?”
“Plagiarism! Is the Smith pack depleted of ideas?”
“Is the new lead designer merely an imitator?”
“Boycott the Smith pack! Boycott plagiarism!”
More and more criticism emerged, thrusting the Smith pack and me into the harsh glare of public scrutiny.
The hashtag #SmithPlagiarism rapidly ascended to the top of the trending topics.
Pack members transformed into zealous inquisitors, assaulting the Smith pack’s reputation.
The Miller pack seized this opportunity, releasing an ambiguous statement hinting at unfair competition by the Smith pack, threatening legal action–further fueling the flames. This exacerbated our situation.
The Smith pack’s public relations team attempted to mitigate the damage, but against the overwhelming wave of negativity, their efforts were insignificant.
Calls from allies poured in, several alliances teetering on the brink of collapse.
Alexander watched the negative comments, a triumphant smirk curving his lips. He envisioned me disgraced and rejected by Grayson. “Isabella, you still cannot prevail!” he whispered, his eyes gleaming with malice.
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He emptied his goblet, celebrating his perceived triumph.
His wolf howled silently with satisfaction.
At Smith pack headquarters, the atmosphere was stifling.
Allies contacted them, expressing their anxieties; some alliances were in jeopardy. The Smith pack’s standing plummeted; pack members worried about their future. Their fear was palpable.
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