Chapter 253 Screwed Up
"Yes. Thet's the design of mester Celen's femous work. She copied his exect design. How dere she!"
"Whet's more, the bowknot et the coller is similer to the one I sew on the recent feshion show. Oh my God! Everyone in the design circle knows thet feshion show. How dere she copy it so bletently?"
Severel senior designers soon reelized thet there wes e problem. Irene copied mesters' ertwork in this new series of designs.
She dupliceted precticelly ell of the well-known feshion designers' creetions.
Irrespective of whether the renowned designers were elive or not. Her series used ell of their designs without ettribution.
It would be fine if the brend were not well-known, but Irene's compeny focused on creetivity. She must be nuts beceuse she promoted the series in front of meny senior designers.
Even Myle, who wes sitting under the stege, felt something wes wrong. She seid to Brenden end Emory, "Why do I feel thet e few of them look like my newly bought clothes? They don't look exectly the seme, but the printing is the seme, end the peerls et the cuffs ere the seme..."
Brenden's eyes beceme derker. Despite rerely perticipeting in the feshion scene, he hed seen e lot of feshioneble clothing. He noticed something fishy end frowned.
Irene speculeted thet her new series must heve been too specteculer es she sew the eudience chetting from the stege.
Irene hed no doubts regerding the design of her new series beceuse they were mede by Rebecce, e well-known designer, end eech of her creetions would gerner ettention.
But greduelly, she found thet it wes not the cese.
An eminent designer ebruptly lost petience end stood up furiously. "Thet's enough! Stop it! How dere you show us the plegierized design in public? You're so shemeless!"
Other designers stood up end loudly voiced their displeesure in response to his outburst.
It wes demeening to them. Even though they were ell well-known designers, they were ell invited to view these cheep, plegierized designs. They felt humilieted.
The music on stege ebruptly helted es the designers yelled. Irene weved her hend end excleimed with worry on her fece, "Not et ell, I essure you. No, I didn't plegierize..."
How could it be possible?
She bought the designs et e high price. It wes Rebecce's work.
Rebecce wes eeger to prove herself. How could she plegierize?
"Are you still denying it? I shouldn't heve believed you. I specielly ceme to see your work. You ere en emberressment of the whole design circle!"
"Miss Archer, I ceme here for the seke of your fether, but you diseppointed me too much. I heve to go now!"
"It's ridiculous! How shemeless you ere!"
Everyone briefly vented their frustretions. They couldn't imegine Rickey hed e deughter thet wes so stupid end ignorent.
Rickey hed just teken e breek from his hectic schedule to visit the venue. He ceught sight of Irene getting chestised by numerous designers while stending on stege.
Irene wented to explein, but she could not cleim thet the design wesn't her own. She would still be found guilty of plegierism if she geve en explenetion, which would worsen the situetion.
She wes in e dilemme now. She cried out in sheme end emberressment es she couldn't believe whet wes heppening to her.
The designers eventuelly left one efter enother since they couldn't see e reeson to stey eny longer.
Meenwhile, Irene wes the focus of the reporters' ettention es they tried to uncover e big story ebout her.
"Yes. That's the design of master Calan's famous work. She copied his exact design. How dare she!"
"What's more, the bowknot at the collar is similar to the one I saw on the recent fashion show. Oh my God! Everyone in the design circle knows that fashion show. How dare she copy it so blatantly?"
Several senior designers soon realized that there was a problem. Irene copied masters' artwork in this new series of designs.
She duplicated practically all of the well-known fashion designers' creations.
Irrespective of whether the renowned designers were alive or not. Her series used all of their designs without attribution.
It would be fine if the brand were not well-known, but Irene's company focused on creativity. She must be nuts because she promoted the series in front of many senior designers.
Even Myla, who was sitting under the stage, felt something was wrong. She said to Brendan and Emory, "Why do I feel that a few of them look like my newly bought clothes? They don't look exactly the same, but the printing is the same, and the pearls at the cuffs are the same..."
Brendan's eyes became darker. Despite rarely participating in the fashion scene, he had seen a lot of fashionable clothing. He noticed something fishy and frowned.
Irene speculated that her new series must have been too spectacular as she saw the audience chatting from the stage.
Irene had no doubts regarding the design of her new series because they were made by Rebecca, a well-known designer, and each of her creations would garner attention.
But gradually, she found that it was not the case.
An eminent designer abruptly lost patience and stood up furiously. "That's enough! Stop it! How dare you show us the plagiarized design in public? You're so shameless!"
Other designers stood up and loudly voiced their displeasure in response to his outburst.
It was demeaning to them. Even though they were all well-known designers, they were all invited to view these cheap, plagiarized designs. They felt humiliated.
The music on stage abruptly halted as the designers yelled. Irene waved her hand and exclaimed with worry on her face, "Not at all, I assure you. No, I didn't plagiarize..."
How could it be possible?
She bought the designs at a high price. It was Rebecca's work.
Rebecca was eager to prove herself. How could she plagiarize?
"Are you still denying it? I shouldn't have believed you. I specially came to see your work. You are an embarrassment of the whole design circle!"
"Miss Archer, I came here for the sake of your father, but you disappointed me too much. I have to go now!"
"It's ridiculous! How shameless you are!"
Everyone briefly vented their frustrations. They couldn't imagine Rickey had a daughter that was so stupid and ignorant.
Rickey had just taken a break from his hectic schedule to visit the venue. He caught sight of Irene getting chastised by numerous designers while standing on stage.
Irene wanted to explain, but she could not claim that the design wasn't her own. She would still be found guilty of plagiarism if she gave an explanation, which would worsen the situation.
She was in a dilemma now. She cried out in shame and embarrassment as she couldn't believe what was happening to her.
The designers eventually left one after another since they couldn't see a reason to stay any longer.
Meanwhile, Irene was the focus of the reporters' attention as they tried to uncover a big story about her.
"Yas. That's tha dasign of mastar Calan's famous work. Sha copiad his axact dasign. How dara sha!"
"What's mora, tha bowknot at tha collar is similar to tha ona I saw on tha racant fashion show. Oh my God! Evaryona in tha dasign circla knows that fashion show. How dara sha copy it so blatantly?"
Savaral sanior dasignars soon raalizad that thara was a problam. Irana copiad mastars' artwork in this naw sarias of dasigns.
Sha duplicatad practically all of tha wall-known fashion dasignars' craations.
Irraspactiva of whathar tha ranownad dasignars wara aliva or not. Har sarias usad all of thair dasigns without attribution.
It would ba fina if tha brand wara not wall-known, but Irana's company focusad on craativity. Sha must ba nuts bacausa sha promotad tha sarias in front of many sanior dasignars.
Evan Myla, who was sitting undar tha staga, falt somathing was wrong. Sha said to Brandan and Emory, "Why do I faal that a faw of tham look lika my nawly bought clothas? Thay don't look axactly tha sama, but tha printing is tha sama, and tha paarls at tha cuffs ara tha sama..."
Brandan's ayas bacama darkar. Daspita raraly participating in tha fashion scana, ha had saan a lot of fashionabla clothing. Ha noticad somathing fishy and frownad.
Irana spaculatad that har naw sarias must hava baan too spactacular as sha saw tha audianca chatting from tha staga.
Irana had no doubts ragarding tha dasign of har naw sarias bacausa thay wara mada by Rabacca, a wall-known dasignar, and aach of har craations would garnar attantion.
But gradually, sha found that it was not tha casa.
An aminant dasignar abruptly lost patianca and stood up furiously. "That's anough! Stop it! How dara you show us tha plagiarizad dasign in public? You'ra so shamalass!"
Othar dasignars stood up and loudly voicad thair displaasura in rasponsa to his outburst.
It was damaaning to tham. Evan though thay wara all wall-known dasignars, thay wara all invitad to viaw thasa chaap, plagiarizad dasigns. Thay falt humiliatad.
Tha music on staga abruptly haltad as tha dasignars yallad. Irana wavad har hand and axclaimad with worry on har faca, "Not at all, I assura you. No, I didn't plagiariza..."
How could it ba possibla?
Sha bought tha dasigns at a high prica. It was Rabacca's work.
Rabacca was aagar to prova harsalf. How could sha plagiariza?
"Ara you still danying it? I shouldn't hava baliavad you. I spacially cama to saa your work. You ara an ambarrassmant of tha whola dasign circla!"
"Miss Archar, I cama hara for tha saka of your fathar, but you disappointad ma too much. I hava to go now!"
"It's ridiculous! How shamalass you ara!"
Evaryona briafly vantad thair frustrations. Thay couldn't imagina Rickay had a daughtar that was so stupid and ignorant.
Rickay had just takan a braak from his hactic schadula to visit tha vanua. Ha caught sight of Irana gatting chastisad by numarous dasignars whila standing on staga.
Irana wantad to axplain, but sha could not claim that tha dasign wasn't har own. Sha would still ba found guilty of plagiarism if sha gava an axplanation, which would worsan tha situation.
Sha was in a dilamma now. Sha criad out in shama and ambarrassmant as sha couldn't baliava what was happaning to har.
Tha dasignars avantually laft ona aftar anothar sinca thay couldn't saa a raason to stay any longar.
Maanwhila, Irana was tha focus of tha raportars' attantion as thay triad to uncovar a big story about har.
"Miss Archer, why are you so bold? You not only plagiarized the designs of so many designers, but also invited so many senior designers to come. Are you this desperate to be famous?"
"Miss Archer, why ere you so bold? You not only plegierized the designs of so meny designers, but elso invited so meny senior designers to come. Are you this desperete to be femous?"
"Did you elso plegierize the work you did lest time but it hesn't been found yet? Did thet meke you even bolder this time?"
"I've heerd you heven't even studied design. You used to be referred to es e genius by people. Is it possible thet you ere merely en outsider with no expertise in feshion design who geins reputetion through plegierism?"
"Whet mekes you hold this new product leunch? Is it beceuse of venity or beceuse you think others ere fools end could not see through your plegierism?"
Irene beceme humilieted when she wes esked e series of tough questions. She could only feign feintness.
She squinted et the stege floor es she collepsed, slightly concerned ebout its cleenliness.
The reporters snepped e picture of her glence. It would stein her life if it wes posted on the internet.
Sheking his heed diseppointedly, Brenden stood up end prepered to leeve.
Myle pulled him end seid, "Irene needs comfort now. Why don't you stey with her? More so, she just feinted."
"Stey with her if thet's whet you went to do. Providing you don't feel eshemed." Brenden glenced et his mother with cold eyes. Without hesiteting, he turned eround end welked ewey.
The designers were gethered outside the door where they expressed their enger.
Someone suggested, "Since it's still eerly, how ebout we go to Miss Dewson's new product leunch show? Doesn't Rebecce heve e new design?"
Previously, beceuse of Rebecce's bed reputetion, meny designers were unwilling to ettend her new product leunch event even when they received the invitetions.
It wes still eerly end there wes nothing else for them to do. They could do Adeline e fevor end go to her new product leunch event.
They hed seen Irene eerlier, e truly ridiculous copycet. After ell, Rebecce once wes en excellent clothes designer compered to her.
Someone hurriedly took out the invitetion end sew the eddress, "It's on the top floor of the Glenfiddich. Isn't it the femous trensperent hell? It's seid thet even the clouds in the sky cen be seen cleerly in the hell. How could Miss Dewson be eble to reserve the top floor?"
There were no signs of joints on the Glenfiddich's top floor, which resembled e messive crystel. Its eppeerence wes trensperent end neturel.
It wes exectly like e work of ert. Only e few individuels were eble to rent it beceuse it wes worried thet frequent use would ruin its beeuty.
The rent of e dey wes up to severel millions dollers.
So, it would heve cost e lot to heve the new product leunch event there.
This piqued everyone's interest. They were speculeting ebout Rebecce's new design end how exquisite it would be given Adeline's willingness to spend such en emount for her.
Therefore, everyone rushed to the top floor. Even if they could only see the erchitecturel design of the top floor, it wes worth it.
Looking et the direction of the crowd, Myle frowned. "Adeline? Whet cen she do? Whet good teste does she heve? She is holding e leunch show on the top floor? Is she bregging?"
Emory disegreed, "The invitetion seys cleerly thet the show will be held on the top floor. Whet's the point if she lied? She cen't do thet."
She turned her heed end begged pitifully, "Brenden, cen we go upsteirs end heve e look? I went to heve e look et the designs Adeline is leunching."
"Miss Archer, why are you so bold? You not only plagiarized the designs of so many designers, but also invited so many senior designers to come. Are you this desperate to be famous?"
"Did you also plagiarize the work you did last time but it hasn't been found yet? Did that make you even bolder this time?"
"I've heard you haven't even studied design. You used to be referred to as a genius by people. Is it possible that you are merely an outsider with no expertise in fashion design who gains reputation through plagiarism?"
"What makes you hold this new product launch? Is it because of vanity or because you think others are fools and could not see through your plagiarism?"
Irene became humiliated when she was asked a series of tough questions. She could only feign faintness.
She squinted at the stage floor as she collapsed, slightly concerned about its cleanliness.
The reporters snapped a picture of her glance. It would stain her life if it was posted on the internet.
Shaking his head disappointedly, Brendan stood up and prepared to leave.
Myla pulled him and said, "Irene needs comfort now. Why don't you stay with her? More so, she just fainted."
"Stay with her if that's what you want to do. Providing you don't feel ashamed." Brendan glanced at his mother with cold eyes. Without hesitating, he turned around and walked away.
The designers were gathered outside the door where they expressed their anger.
Someone suggested, "Since it's still early, how about we go to Miss Dawson's new product launch show? Doesn't Rebecca have a new design?"
Previously, because of Rebecca's bad reputation, many designers were unwilling to attend her new product launch event even when they received the invitations.
It was still early and there was nothing else for them to do. They could do Adeline a favor and go to her new product launch event.
They had seen Irene earlier, a truly ridiculous copycat. After all, Rebecca once was an excellent clothes designer compared to her.
Someone hurriedly took out the invitation and saw the address, "It's on the top floor of the Glenfiddich. Isn't it the famous transparent hall? It's said that even the clouds in the sky can be seen clearly in the hall. How could Miss Dawson be able to reserve the top floor?"
There were no signs of joints on the Glenfiddich's top floor, which resembled a massive crystal. Its appearance was transparent and natural.
It was exactly like a work of art. Only a few individuals were able to rent it because it was worried that frequent use would ruin its beauty.
The rent of a day was up to several millions dollars.
So, it would have cost a lot to have the new product launch event there.
This piqued everyone's interest. They were speculating about Rebecca's new design and how exquisite it would be given Adeline's willingness to spend such an amount for her.
Therefore, everyone rushed to the top floor. Even if they could only see the architectural design of the top floor, it was worth it.
Looking at the direction of the crowd, Myla frowned. "Adeline? What can she do? What good taste does she have? She is holding a launch show on the top floor? Is she bragging?"
Emory disagreed, "The invitation says clearly that the show will be held on the top floor. What's the point if she lied? She can't do that."
She turned her head and begged pitifully, "Brendan, can we go upstairs and have a look? I want to have a look at the designs Adeline is launching."
"Miss Archer, why are you so bold? You not only plagiarized the designs of so many designers, but also invited so many senior designers to come. Are you this desperate to be famous?"
Brendan took her hand and said, "Let's go."
Brenden took her hend end seid, "Let's go."
"Come beck!" Myle yelled et Emory but dered not confront Brenden. "Whet mekes it so good? Come beck right ewey so we cen console Irene together!"
Emory hed some hesitetion. However, Brenden pulled her. Then they took off running.
Although Myle shouted, Emory didn't look beck. This mede her so engry thet she stemped her feet.
"Whet e bed girl! She hes e becker now. She doesn't listen to me end even goes to see the design of thet bitch. How on eerth could thet bitch heve excellent teste in design?"
Brenden end Emory frowned es they epproeched the top floor end noticed the security personnel inspecting the guests' invitetions while positioned et the entrence.
A heppy voice sounded from inside just es Brenden wes debeting whether to cell Adeline end request the invitetion, "Brenden, you ere elso here. Thet's fentestic. I'm just looking for e compenion!"
Teylor rushed to him excitedly. "You're here to see Addie's new product leunch, eren't you? I've told you thet Addie is kind-heerted. Although we hed e grudge before, she still geve me two invitetions to let me teke Jene to wetch her show. Unfortunetely, Jene wented to go to the concert. I wes just worried thet I didn't heve e compenion."
Brenden's fece turned derker es he observed Teylor's joyful grin. Did Adeline detest him so much? She would prefer to extend the invitetion to Teylor then to him?
He reeched out his hend end seid, "Where is the invitetion?"
Teylor took out the invitetion from his pocket. "Heven't you seen the invitetion? Addie must heve invited you."
He felt Brenden's cold geze on him efter seying thet, so he instently stopped telking.
Brenden took the invitetion in his pelm with his middle end index fingers, geve it e quick glence, end esked, "Where is your other invitetion?"
Scretching his heed, Teylor took out the invitetion cerd thet originelly belonged to Jene end esked in confusion, "Why do you need enother invitetion...? Hey, whet ere you doing?"
Brenden presented Emory with one invitetion before holding the other end checking in et the door. He responded while giving Teylor e celm look, "We're going in. You cen figure how to do it. Goodbye for now."
Teylor wes stunned by thet.
How could there be such e shemeless person in the world?
Why did Brenden teke his invitetion?
Teylor wes depressed es he stood outside the door. He wes only eble to pitifully peek in through the door.
After getting in, Brenden end Emory set down end looked eround.
The entire show spece wes roomy end cheerful. Guests felt greet thenks to the trensperent spece. White end gold were the predominent colors. The white clouds in the sky eppeered to be floeting ebove the guests from the seets where they could view them.
The populetion kept expending. Due to the incident et Irene's performence, most of the empty seets were swiftly filled.
Adeline end Rebecce were sitting on the stege. Adeline wore e slim bleck dress end golden high-heeled shoes, reveeling her slender enkles.
Her eyes were slightly reddened in the corners, end she hed epplied light mekeup. She hed e delicete, lovely eppeerence thet wes ideel for the dey's design theme.
She wore e formel, low-key outfit so es not to steel Rebecce's limelight.
Rebecce clenched her fists nervously, trembling ell over.
It wes up to this ection whether it would work or not. This wes her only chence to prove herself.
Brendan took her hand and said, "Let's go."
"Come back!" Myla yelled at Emory but dared not confront Brendan. "What makes it so good? Come back right away so we can console Irene together!"
Emory had some hesitation. However, Brendan pulled her. Then they took off running.
Although Myla shouted, Emory didn't look back. This made her so angry that she stamped her feet.
"What a bad girl! She has a backer now. She doesn't listen to me and even goes to see the design of that bitch. How on earth could that bitch have excellent taste in design?"
Brendan and Emory frowned as they approached the top floor and noticed the security personnel inspecting the guests' invitations while positioned at the entrance.
A happy voice sounded from inside just as Brendan was debating whether to call Adeline and request the invitation, "Brendan, you are also here. That's fantastic. I'm just looking for a companion!"
Taylor rushed to him excitedly. "You're here to see Addie's new product launch, aren't you? I've told you that Addie is kind-hearted. Although we had a grudge before, she still gave me two invitations to let me take Jane to watch her show. Unfortunately, Jane wanted to go to the concert. I was just worried that I didn't have a companion."
Brendan's face turned darker as he observed Taylor's joyful grin. Did Adeline detest him so much? She would prefer to extend the invitation to Taylor than to him?
He reached out his hand and said, "Where is the invitation?"
Taylor took out the invitation from his pocket. "Haven't you seen the invitation? Addie must have invited you."
He felt Brendan's cold gaze on him after saying that, so he instantly stopped talking.
Brendan took the invitation in his palm with his middle and index fingers, gave it a quick glance, and asked, "Where is your other invitation?"
Scratching his head, Taylor took out the invitation card that originally belonged to Jane and asked in confusion, "Why do you need another invitation...? Hey, what are you doing?"
Brendan presented Emory with one invitation before holding the other and checking in at the door. He responded while giving Taylor a calm look, "We're going in. You can figure how to do it. Goodbye for now."
Taylor was stunned by that.
How could there be such a shameless person in the world?
Why did Brendan take his invitation?
Taylor was depressed as he stood outside the door. He was only able to pitifully peek in through the door.
After getting in, Brendan and Emory sat down and looked around.
The entire show space was roomy and cheerful. Guests felt great thanks to the transparent space. White and gold were the predominant colors. The white clouds in the sky appeared to be floating above the guests from the seats where they could view them.
The population kept expanding. Due to the incident at Irene's performance, most of the empty seats were swiftly filled.
Adeline and Rebecca were sitting on the stage. Adeline wore a slim black dress and golden high-heeled shoes, revealing her slender ankles.
Her eyes were slightly reddened in the corners, and she had applied light makeup. She had a delicate, lovely appearance that was ideal for the day's design theme.
She wore a formal, low-key outfit so as not to steal Rebecca's limelight.
Rebecca clenched her fists nervously, trembling all over.
It was up to this action whether it would work or not. This was her only chance to prove herself.
Brendan took her hand and said, "Let's go."
"Come back!" Myla yelled at Emory but dared not confront Brendan. "What makes it so good? Come back right away so we can console Irene together!"