“Ms. Davis, just now you implied Sophia plagiarized. Do you have concrete proof?”
“If not, are you deliberately defaming her?”
“What really happened back then? Please don’t dodge the question!”
“Can you present one of your original drafts right now, so we can compare?”
“Sophia’s design, ‘City of Dawn,’ has already passed international certification. Can you produce a work on that level?”
Flashes exploded in a storm of white light.
Chloe’s breath quickened, her forehead damp with sweat. She clung to Ethan’s sleeve with trembling hands, her voice quivering to the breaking point.
“I… I don’t want to fight anymore. I just… I just want justice…”
She deflected again, shaping herself into the portrait of a victim crushed beneath power.
And yet, that only goaded the reporters into pressing harder.
The hall was chaos. Every lens zoomed mercilessly on her face.
At that moment, Ethan finally spoke.
He pulled Chloe behind him, his dark eyes locking onto me with a cold, sharp intensity. His voice was low, edged with steel.
“That’s enough, Sophia. How long will you use your family’s influence to bully an innocent girl?”
His chest heaved as though he were restraining his fury with great effort.