He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 108

"No need for analysis," her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears with absolute clarity.

"The original draft for The Chrysalis Broken has already been archived in Artemia Agency's vault. We just need to pull it up, and everyone will see exactly who copied whom."

A few seconds later, Hunter marched directly onto the stage, pulling up the original digital draft on her phone to show the crowd.

Although viewed on a screen with slightly compressed quality, the judges only needed one glance to know the truth.

Lyla's version was simply too crude, and a closer look revealed fatal anatomical and structural errors.

In stark contrast, Sienna's draft was exquisitely detailed. The difference between the two was like heaven and earth.

Sienna didn't give her a moment to breathe, pressing on, "If I'm not mistaken, the sketch paper in your hands was manufactured this year. Tell me, how did you manage to take this year's paper and draw on it three years ago?"

Lyla's face instantly stiffened, panic visibly seizing her.

Hunter glared at her, speaking sharply. "The imitation marks on your draft are far too obvious. You didn't even grasp the most basic perspective rules. Don't you find it hilarious to use this kind of garbage to smear a gold medalist?"

Voices of agreement rippled through the audience.

"Exactly! Ms. Hale is right! The technique in The Chrysalis Broken is flawless, and the lighting is masterful. How could it possibly be copied from this trash!"

Arthur Penhaligon glared furiously, clearly enraged.

"I've dedicated my entire life to painting. I can spot plagiarism a mile away! The sheer soul of The Chrysalis Broken isn't something a petty thief could ever replicate!"

Sitting in the audience, Grant stared at the confident, sharp-tongued Hunter on stage, his brows locked in a deep frown.

Why would the top-tier agent he had spent so long trying to recruit personally step on stage to defend Sienna?

What exactly was their relationship?

"Are you cold?" he asked in a low voice, thick with suppressed fury and heartache.

Sienna shook her head.

Only then did Lucas turn around. His icy gaze swept across the hall before locking onto a trembling Samuel.

He didn't say a single word, but one look was enough to send Samuel crashing to his knees.

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

Tears and snot streaming down his face, Samuel screamed into the microphone, facing the crowd and cameras.

"The video is fake! It's all fake! It was the Gauthier family... Mr. Gauthier's father paid me half a million dollars to read off a script!"