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

Chapter 377: Nyla burst into laughter. Candy's candid remarks were sharp, yet Nyla appreciated her honesty. Observing Nyla's reaction, Callie presumed their discussion had ended and asked politely, "Is there anything else you'd like to add? We're prepared to take this to court if necessary." Ignoring protocol, Nyla made a direct call to Lisbeth in front of Callie, deciding there was no point in further discussion with her. What they needed now was a witness to make everything fall into place. "I have already reached out to Lisbeth.

I intend to discuss this matter further with her," Nyla said evenly. "What do you mean?" Callie asked, her brow furrowing in bewilderment. Candy gave her a sidelong glance. "We're seeking a professional opinion. It's interesting that the deputy director was hired from outside without any previous experience at the company. What was the basis, her looks?" "What do you mean by that? I have received numerous design awards internationally, and you dare to question my credentials?" Callie snapped back furiously.

"And who are you to address me in such a manner?" Candy had never been afraid of upsetting others. Her sharp tongue had already caused many to frown, and Nyla always found herself stepping in to smooth things over. Nyla massaged her temples. "Be careful with your words," she warned. Candy pursed her lips defiantly. "Am I mistaken?" Her statement, though accurate, risked causing trouble. Nyla chose to remain quiet. Lisbeth arrived promptly. It had been a long while since she had seen Nyla, and she hadn't encountered any designs that outshone Nyla's since.

Keep reading at gⱯlnσνℓs.cøm Upon hearing that Nyla was at the company, Lisbeth had made it a priority to meet. "Nyla, wow, it's been forever! Have you created something new?" Lisbeth exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she noticed the design drafts on the table. "Is this a combination of your past work? Is your studio revisiting its original style?" she continued excitedly. Callie, overhearing this, felt a twinge of discomfort. Catching the shift in Callie's demeanor, Nyla said casually, "This piece was rejected. Miss Higgins has accused us of plagiarism." "Plagiarism?

Of whom?" Lisbeth asked, confused. "Our own designs from three years back," Nyla explained, pointing to the photographs on the table. The room fell into an abrupt silence. "What?" Lisbeth expressed her confusion. This was her first encounter with such an allegation. How could someone accuse Nyla's studio of plagiarism if they copied their own designs? "Miss Higgins claims that our studio copied someone else's designs, is seeking to end our partnership, and is spreading false accusations," Nyla explained, her gaze steady on Callie. Lisbeth approached and examined the images more closely.

She immediately recognized them as designs Nyla's studio had created three years ago. They were merely revivals of earlier work. After all, fashion trends often return. As the summer season approached, such streamlined designs typically became more appealing. . . .