The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Janet held her chest and looked at the woman with her mouth agape.

The security guards immediately rushed up to stop the woman. One of them snatched the microphone from her and the others tried to drag her away from the stage. “Miss, you need to be careful with your words. You are at the Seacisco Fashion Week and it’s a live show.”

“Ha-ha! That makes it even better. I want everyone to see who Janet is. They must know that she’s an intellectual property thief. Good day, everyone. My name is Luna Mccoy and I’m a designer from Lester Silk Fabric. Just now, I noticed that her designs are very similar to the designs that I did some time back. The resemblance is so uncanny that I’m sure she plagiarized my work,” the woman uttered arrogantly.

“What? She stole the designs? Unbelievable!” There was an uproar at the venue after the crowd heard Luna’s words.

Sparing her no time to continue, the security guards carried her off the stage. But she was stubborn. She struggled with them and continued to shout at the top of her lungs. “Plagiarism is a taboo for all designers! You aren’t supposed to steal someone else’s work. Janet, aren’t you ashamed of yourself? You claim to be original and creative, but you stand here and pass off my work as yours. You also pretend as if you did nothing wrong. Don’t you have any conscience?”

The news soon got to the sponsor of the Seacisco Fashion Week.

originality of the designs displayed

I have evidence!” Luna broke free

the crowd

utterly confused. She pondered, ‘What’s going on? And why is this

matter immediately. “Janet, the Seacisco Fashion Week is a big deal around the world. Headlining the show is supposed to take our company to the peak of the clothing industry. We can’t

a joking matter. Such an accusation could destroy Janet’s career and the company’s reputation in

designs are the products of my creativity and several sleepless nights. You

only was Janet naturally an incorrupt person, but she also understood that plagiarism was taboo. She had

see what’s going on. This is not only about you now;

me. Don’t worry. I will handle it.” With inexplicable boldness,