The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow novel Chapter 216

Nancy grabbed the microphone, her lips curling into a determined smile. "We have a saying where I'm from: 'If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear.' TX has crossed the line this time, and I'm going to hold them accountable!"

"Funny, I'm right there with you!"

Lenard sneered, "We've worked so hard, pouring our hearts into sketches and designs, watching our concepts go from initial samples to the final runway show. All that effort just to be trampled on like this."

"Maybe Nora has some powerful backer, but I'm not backing down either," Potter said, his face dark with resolve.

His words echoed with conviction, shaking the room.

Judson's eyes were smoldering with an intensity that was hard to hide.

If Nora was strutting down the runway so brazenly, it had to be because Mr. Grey was backing her.

If they thought they could humiliate Nancy like this, he'd see Mr. Grey pay dearly.

Just then, Michael stood up and walked to the stage, every eye in the room fixed on him.

Michael held the microphone, his smile more sinister than sincere. "I sponsored The Little Golden Awards. I provided the outfits for Potter, and Lena and Lenard are the designers I believe in the most. Penny is the star of my company."

"Recently, The Sandro Group's seasonal runway was a smash hit. I thought this time we could have a memorable 'understated' event, but it seems someone doesn't want me to play it cool."

"Whoever is behind this mess better own up quickly. If I find out who you are, you'll be having a chat with the Almighty!"

Michael's icy words sent a shiver through the silent crowd. Even the reporters held back, wary of setting off Michael's anger.

Cyrus, clutching a bouquet, stood up abruptly. "Lena's creativity is beyond reproach. The truth will prevail, and The Gordon Group won't let the culprits get away!"

In the end, Michael threw out one last cold remark: "I'll reschedule the awards, but this isn't over!" With that, he dropped the microphone and stormed off.

Everyone in attendance, seasoned and savvy, knew better than to linger. They all quickly made their exit.

With everyone siding with Lena so confidently, even the online chatter started to waver.

Who was the real copycat—Lena or TX?

Nancy had just stepped backstage and was catching her breath when someone rushed over and hugged her tightly. "Nancy, if you need to cry, just let it out on my shoulder. I know you've been through a lot."

Nancy recognized the familiar scent of cedar on Judson. She had intended to resist, but his words resonated with her, and she felt the weight of her emotions pressing down. She was about to place her hand on his back when—

"Nancy, what are you and Judson doing? This is the backstage, not your personal snuggle zone!"