Mrs. Gibson Your Identity Is Exposed By Fair Day Chapter 466
Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed
Was Anaya deceived?
Susan couldnât help but purse her lips. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that what she
had just said was like a joke. When the designers saw Susanâs dress and then looked at the galaxy
fishtail dress, some of them even shook their heads.
Embarrassed and annoyed, Susan felt like her face was burning right now.
At this time, the judge said to Susan, âMs. Curson, the dress you designed is different from that of Loe.â
Susan could only smile. She lowered her head and frowned. She turned around, walked to the side,
took out her phone, and called Anaya.
When Anaya saw the caller, she smiled. Anaya thought that Susan had come to tell her the good news.
Anaya thought Melissa had already been kicked out of the competition by the judges of the design
competition.
âHow is it, Ms. Curson? Did Melissa get kicked out?â she asked briskly as she picked up the phone.
âWhat do you mean by that?â
As soon as Susan heard this, she was furious. Susan simply did not know where Anaya got this design
from. Did Anaya just casually take a design drawing to fool her? However, Susan had to lower her
voice. She didnât want their conversation to be overheard by others.
She carefully looked back and found that the other designers were still looking at the display racks. She
felt a little more at ease. She looked back and whispered to Anaya in a hurry, âWhatâs wrong with you?
Did you take the wrong
design draft? Why is the design of Loe completely different from the draft you gave me? It is not a
retro-style dress at
all!â
âHow could that be?â Hearing this, Anaya was also anxious and subconsciously retorted. There was a
moment of shock on her face. She clearly saw Camil put the design draft on the table.
âIâm pretty sure thatâs her draft.â Anaya still did not think Camil, who looked innocent and a little stupid,
would lie to her. âIt canât be wrong.â
âMs. Curson!â Susan was about to retort again when she heard a voice behind her. Susanâs heart
trembled, and her first reaction was to quickly hang up the phone and turn around in panic.
The person who called her was the presiding judge. He saw Susan turn back and repeated softly. âMs.
Curson, please explain your design.â
Susan breathed a sigh of relief, but she still quickly put away her phone and walked to the display
calmly, showing a polite smile and reaching for the dress.
âThis dress was inspired when I was watching a drama one dayâ¦â
Susan explained how she was inspired and designed the dress. If Melissa did not know what was
going on with the dress, even she would have believed Susan.
Alter Susan finished speaking, most designers were a little hesitant and even confused.
Susan was confused and subconsciously glanced at the dress.
Was there anything wrong?
Camil and Melissa, who were in the crowd, looked at each other with a smile on their faces. Camil
turned around, pretending not to understand, and raised her hand,
Susan froze,
She was embarrassed, especially when she heard the name âLoeâ. Her body even trembled.
The expressions of the judges also became very serious, and it was obvious that they all saw that
Susanâs so-called original design was 70% to 80% similar to that masterâs design.
The judge looked at Susan seriously and said in a deep voice, âMs. Curson, what happened? Please
explain.â
Susan was stunned for a moment. A trace of panic flashed through her eyes. What should she say?
Could it be that she had used the design drawing of Loe Studio? This was plagiarism. It was even more
obvious than this.
She stammered, unable to even utter a complete sentence, and could only shake her head in denial.
âNo, itâs not true.â
Seeing this, Camil said, âThen what exactly is it? Why donât you tell us why your dress is so similar to
the masterâs design?â
Susan couldnât say a word and could only glare at Camil fiercely. She did plagiarize.
When the judge saw Susan like this, he also had a judgment in his heart. He turned around and
discussed something with the other two judges in a low voice. In less than a minute, he turned around
and said to Susan with a serious tone, âMs. Curson, after the discussions of the judges, we all agree
that you should withdraw from the competition immediately. And you donât have to participate in this
competition anymore. Plagiarism is absolutely not allowed!â
Susan froze as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, and her palm was covered in
a cold sweat. She was desperate.
This had undoubtedly sentenced her to death in the design industry.
The rest of the designers also cast either mocking or sympathetic looks at Susan, and most of them
hated Susan. and