Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 376: Nyla leaned slightly forward, her eyes narrowing like a hawk sizing up its prey. "Fine, let's cut to the chase. What's wrong with the designs? My studio signed a binding three-year contract with Crestwave Group, and now you're talking about terminating it. Are you planning to breach the agreement? And about the absurd claims circulating online, what's the basis for them?" The questions came one after another, sharp as arrows loosed from a bow, leaving no room for evasion. Callie met her gaze without blinking, her lips curving into a sly smirk.

"The designs are under suspicion of plagiarism," she declared. "That's why we're canceling the deal. As for breaching the contract, we're graciously refraining from demanding damages for the plagiarism issue. Those rumors you're upset about? Purely speculation, nothing officially endorsed by us." Callie placed her hands on the desk, fingers interlaced, radiating an air of triumph. "Then present your evidence," Nyla demanded, her expression unwavering. She trusted her team wholeheartedly; their designs were their pride, their identity. Plagiarism was an accusation she knew wouldn't hold water.

In truth, Nyla couldn't even pinpoint designs remotely akin to theirs. Their work was a testament to originality, painstakingly crafted to stand apart. How could plagiarism even be a possibility? Callie, however, leaned in slightly, her smirk as sharp as a blade. "Oh, but these designs have a history," she drawled. "Three years ago, to be exact. Take the buckle..." "Take the buckle design, for instance-it's a dead ringer for a piece from back then. Surely, you can't deny that this resemblance screams plagiarism, can you?" Nyla's brow creased slightly as she listened. The buckle?

Fresh updates now on gⱯlnσνes․com She scrutinized the detailed image, her thoughts drifting to fashion trends from three years prior. Then, an image flashed through her mind. "Any other concerns? Plagiarism is a serious accusation for designers, isn't it? Crestwave Group has been quite forbearing by not pursuing legal action," Callie commented. She reclined in her chair, her demeanor cool and composed. Candy glanced at the design, a sense of familiarity washing over her. She remembered Alisha mentioning it once before. "Perhaps we should check with Alisha," Candy suggested.

Nyla, unable to remember clearly, nodded and reached for her phone to call Alisha. "Crestwave Group could have initiated a lawsuit but chose to overlook this. You should be thankful," Callie added, a trace of smugness in her gaze. The reception room door swung open. An assistant laid some photographs on the table, announcing, "This is the plagiarism evidence." As Nyla viewed the photos, the memories clarified. Candy also understood. Her serious demeanor softened, and she cast a slightly scornful look at Callie. Nyla and Candy exchanged knowing looks, instantly in sync.

Unable to resist, Candy murmured, "What a lunatic." . . .