Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 I Didn’t Plagiarize Anything!

Coen massaged his temples, his frustration evident. “Uh, Evie, this might be a misunderstanding. Maybe Linsey didn’t

actually plagiarize. We can still salvage this.”

He had initially hoped Linsey would clinch Kylee’s design order, paving the way for a promotion and a raise. Now, with this

scandal unfolding, it seemed like sheer bad luck.

Evie Harmon, Kylee’s manager, snapped, “Don’t feed me that nonsense. Plagiarism is plagiarism. Kylee’s about to step onto

the red carpet, and the only sensible move is to switch designers immediately! Coen, let me be clear. If you disregard my

advice this time, Kylee will sever ties with your firm. It all depends on your next move.”

Coen’s heart sank.

The prospect of losing Kylee as a client over an issue with Linsey was unthinkable.

“Evie, I hear you. I’ll do exactly as you suggest,” Coen replied, attempting to soothe her with a smile. “We have a host of

talented designers, but given the timing of the red carpet event, they might need to offer off–the–rack dresses.”

“That will be acceptable,” Evie stated decisively. “As long as it matches Kylee’s taste and hasn’t been displayed online, it

will work. We’re pressed for time.”

“No worries,” Coen assured her. “Has Kylee expressed any preference for a designer? We’ll ensure she’s satisfied.”

Evie responded, “Kylee mentioned her cousin Cynthia Keller, a designer in your department. Start with her. See if she has any ready–to–wear pieces that fit the bill. If not, any qualified designer will do.”

“Understood, understood,” Coen replied, relieved. He then cautiously added, “What should we do about Linsey?”

After a brief pause, Evie scoffed coldly. “Linsey’s blunder is grave–she must face strict consequences. Coen, keeping someone like her could drag down your firm and risk other client relationships. It would be disastrous.”

Coen paused before responding solemnly, “Got it. I’ll take care of it.”

Linsey looked up, her expression one of startled confusion. “What?”

Her colleague paused, clearly struggling with how to deliver the news. “You really haven’t seen it? A well–known designer

has accused you of plagiarism on the Internet…”

Linsey’s eyes widened, her brows knitting together in disbelief. “What? That’s impossible! I didn’t plagiarize anything!”

“You should look at Twitter right away,” the colleague suggested, her tone laced with sympathy.

Where once there might have been envy from her peers, now there was only pity.

Though the accusation of plagiarism was yet to be proven, public sentiment was clear, and it strongly suggested that Kylee would not be wearing Linsey’s design on the red carpet.

Feeling a heavy sense of dread, Linsey quickly grabbed her phone and opened Twitter.

As soon as she logged in, she was bombarded with a flood of harsh comments.

Her complexion grew pale as she read through the messages, her realization dawning about the severity of the situation.

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