Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313 

At that moment, the atmosphere in the exhibition hall grew tense. 

Linda and her team seemed overwhelmed by the murmurs of the crowd; once confident, her face now appeared pale and powerless. 

I could feel the unwavering support from Mr. Watty, who silently stood by my side, giving me strength. 

“It’s ridiculous to accuse me of plagiarism based on just your words,” Linda retorted, clearly hoping to deflect the label of a plagiarist and deny the gravity of the situation. Perhaps she felt superior, leading her to underestimate my resolve. 

“If you didn’t plagiarize, why are you so defensive? Why hasn’t your team spoken up until now?” I said, leaving Linda shocked. 

To her, I was merely a student, but she didn’t anticipate the power I could unleash. She attempted to argue again, but the crowd’s admiration had shifted to scrutiny and doubt. 

Asher words faltered under the weight of their questions, she eventually fell silent, standing there in the face of their accusations. 

Talding a deep breath, I watched the scene unfold with mixed emotions–gratified yet saddened, 

I was relieved that my hard work had been acknowledged and my designs appreciated; y leaving me disappointed. 

yet it was disheartening that this success came from such a painful struggle 

Nonetheless, at that moment, I stood on the side of victory. I looked gratefully at Mr. Watty, who had given me the courage and support to face this challenge. “Plagianizing even a student’s work–what value does this exhibition hold? His words floated in the air, but they struck like missiles, stirring strong emotions within everyone present 

Indeed, stealing from a student’s creation underscored that this designer had lost all credibility. 

“what do you mean by that? Are you questioning our designer?” someone attempted to defend Linda, trying to salvage her reputation, but their voice echoed weakly in the hall 

Mr. Watty didn’t say anything; he merely cast a cold glance at the person attempting to defend Linda. His gaze cut through their words like a knife, severing any attempts to uphold the lies 

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