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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThough their statements lacked clarity, the underlying message was unmistakable: Allison's reputation had been tarnished.
By the tFabian ended the final call, his expression had turned icy. Few things angered him more than plagiarists.
Despite the testimonies, there was still no hard evidence to back the claims. After so many years, uncovering the full truth seemed nearly impossible.
"Ms. Clarke, do you have anything to say?" Fabian asked, his voice calm but firm as he slowly turned to face her.
"I won't accuse you of plagiarism without solid proof,” he continued. "Especially after seeing your skill when you repaired the brooch earlier.” His brows drew together in thought. "But with so many people from the stuclaiming the sthing, I need an explanation from you." Fabian's gaze locked with Allison's. His expression wasn't harsh or condemning; it carried a genuine curiosity.
He had a sharp instinct, and something about the situation didn't sit right with him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf Allison really were a plagiarist, how could she create a brooch so original and ingenious? Perhaps it was the favorable impression Fabian had initially formed of Allison that made him decide to give her a chance to explain herself. Meanwhile, the onlooking guests exchanged puzzled glances, their murmurs filling the room.
gV In o vlshosts great fiction "Who would've thought Ms. Clarke and Mr. Marquez were tangled up in a plagiarism scandal? And to think they worked at the sstudio!" "You all heard those calls, didn't you? Not a single senior designer spoke up for her." "Honestly, could it be that even her brooch repair earlier wasn't original? I can't believe she'd turn out to be this kind of person." Without realizing it, many of the guests had begun siding with Abram. His confident demeanor gave the impression of someone who had nothing to hide, someone completely certain of the truth.
Allison stood firm, facing the skeptical gazes without flinching. There was no sign of fear, no trace of panic in her demeanor. With composure, she addressed Fabian with a calm yet sincere tone. "What Abram is claiming is entirely false. I've never stolen anyone's designs. This accusation of plagiarism is nothing more than his attempt to shift the blonto me." Allison understood well that those who were already inclined to trust her would stand by her. Those who didn't believe her would simply chalk it up to excuses. But for now, her words were aimed squarely at Fabian, offering him a clear explanation.
"Regarding that studio, yes, I worked there. But it was because of individuals like Abram-people who lack any moral compass - that I chose to leave."
Her statement stood in sharp contrast to Abram's version of events, creating a noticeable riftm air a between their acc accounts. The stark disparity only fueled the growing whispers and heated discussions among the crowd.
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