“I always thought of you as my best, best friend. Can’t we just leave the past in the past?
I don’t want to drag up old wounds and ruin what we have.
If you say I plagiarized, then fine—I plagiarized. I don’t want to argue anymore. People will judge for themselves.
Some of those drafts… who they originally belonged to—I won’t say too much. But one day, the truth will come out.”
The words shot through the air like a bullet, striking the soft underbelly of public opinion.
She hadn’t said it outright, but her insinuation was enough.
The hall erupted.
Reporters’ faces shifted with sudden realization, whispers breaking into a storm.
Could the plagiarism scandal have been more complicated than it seemed?
Was the so-called genius architect Sophia Carter really the one who had stepped on someone else to rise?
A dry laugh slipped past my lips, sharp as a blade.
“So this is your so-called ‘truth the industry knows’?”
I met her gaze head-on, my eyes like steel.
“Chloe, you can’t even articulate the basics of your work, yet you dare to slander me with lies?”
My words landed like a needle piercing straight into her weakness.
The reporters could no longer hold back. Scenting blood, they surged like sharks.