Scars Of A Broken Bond

Several winners had already arrived, engaged in casual conversations as they occupied their seats, filling the room with an air of anticipation.

Sabrina settled into her chair, retrieving her speech notes from her memo, readying herself for her upcoming address.

On her right, a young photographer shot a fleeting glance at Sabrina before returning to his conversation with those around him.

Seated beside the young photographer was a bespectacled man who leaned forward to discreetly observe Sabrina. He whispered, “Hey, is the person next to you the first prize winner? I only found out she’s the former wife of the CEO of the Blakely Group when I checked her Twitter that day.”

The young photographer cast another sidelong glance at Sabrina and replied, “Yes, I believe so.”

The bespectacled man curled his lips in disdain.

“I have a feeling that her award must have been secured with connections. What do you think? Well, that poor Addion. Her work is exceptional, and she’s managed to secure the top prize. However, she has to publicly apologize to that woman.”

last time, and I happened to know the real photographer behind those photos. We both attended a photography event before. When he discovered his work was stolen, he tried to expose it in the media, but it was hushed up.

bespectacled man expressed his astonishment,

I lie to you?” the young photographer retorted, retrieving his phone and opening

because of the plagiarism that he didn’t

his work. That being the case, Addion is no ordinary

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to prevent her from plagiarizing other people’s work. But the sponsor disregarded it. The fact that they never uncovered that individual implies

man seated in the front row suddenly stated, his voice lowered as

photographer and the bespectacled man leaned in, their curiosity piqued. In

of a judge,” the middle-aged man

himself, It also explained why the event