Coolest Girl in Town

Chapter 215,Coolest Girl in Town

Staring up at the person before him, Brendan narrowed his eyes. It was none other than Coner, the designer whose design was completely identical to Elise’s. If it weren’t for the fact that he saw Elise’s design first, he would have thought that she plagiarized Coner’s. Moreover, it wasn’t simply that Brendan saw Elise’s design first; it was that he trusted Alexander’s judgment and believed her to be the kind of person who would never do such a thing. It was an inexplicable sort of trust, but it gave him so much unshakeable faith in Elise that when he finally met Coner, he didn’t feel the least bit of goodwill toward the stranger and only asked bluntly, “And who might you be?”

Bolstered by the fact that he did not seem to recognize Coner, Ashlyn hurried to introduce, “This is the designer, Coner, who is also my schoolmate from overseas. Coincidentally, her latest design happens to be a formal style of dress that I quite like. I’m hoping to recommend her to you so that not only may she work here, she can also undertake the entirety of my dress design by herself.” As Brendan listened, he rhythmically tapped his fingers on the desk, looking back and forth between Ashlyn and Coner. For a long time, he was silent, leaving Ashlyn with no way to guess his state of mind.

“Is that okay with you, Brendan?” she prompted. Coming back to his senses, he responded, “Of course, but I need a copy of her CV. If there are no issues, we can hire her.” Overjoyed, Coner whipped out her resume. “Here’s my CV, Mr. Griffith. Please have a look.” Then, she handed her design diagram over. “This is my newest design, which is also the formal gown that Ashlyn mentioned. You may have a look at it.” After glancing at her design, Brendan flipped her resume shut and couldn’t help sneering. “What a coincidence!” he taunted. “I feel like I’ve seen your design somewhere before.” L

a zero-tolerance policy for plagiarism and I would never plagiarize someone else’s work.” “Is that so?” He arched his eyebrows and countered, “I’m willing to believe your word, but we’re not lacking in designers at the moment. However, it seems like Miss Lawson is willing to take you as her designer. How about this? You can be Miss Lawson’s private designer. I think that’s

someone simply by putting a word in. It never occurred to her that he would refuse. “Coner does excellent work, Brendan. She won many international awards while she was abroad. Talent like hers is hard to come by, and I’m recommending her to you only because I’m impressed by her designs,” Ashlyn pleaded earnestly as she tried to appeal to his feelings. Nevertheless, Brendan did not fall for it. All of a sudden, he remembered that Ashlyn

her to drop by the studio with Coner today seemed fortuitous, unless there was something going on between them that he wasn’t privy to. In the past, he would never have second-guessed Ashlyn. However, now that she had revealed her dark side to him through the things she did, any goodwill he had for her was completely gone. “Here’s the thing—I’m sure it’s purely coincidence, but the work of the designer you’re currently recommending to me is similar to the work of one of our designers. I dare wager over 80% of the work is similar, so perhaps there’s a misunderstanding

that he suspects me? But how can he have connected the two situations? This won’t do! I have to keep my cool. And so, Ashlyn smiled and asked him calmly, “Are you pulling my leg, Brendan? Nothing is more important to a designer than their reputation and originality. It’s fine if you’re not willing to accept Coner. I can recommend another good studio to her, but I will not stand here and allow you

and was flummoxed by the instruction. Nonetheless, she put down her pencil and went to his office with her design in hand. The moment she opened the door, she saw Ashlyn. Despite being somewhat taken aback, she simply walked up to Brendan. “Here it is.” Meanwhile, Brendan accepted the diagram and pulled Coner’s up for

silently at Coner. Incredibly, the latter was the first to speak up. “My goodness! How could this happen? This is my design, so how did it end up here? Did you copy my work, ma’am?” Despite her derision, Elise held her temper in check and asked evenly, “Since it’s your work, do you mind telling me your design concept?” Upon hearing that, Coner retorted disapprovingly, “Every designer has a concept that’s exclusive to