Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1173

Helen quickly saw through Kendrick's concerns and said bluntly, "Mr. Hart, I'm a businesswoman. I respect your style and principles, but I also take profit seriously.

"I hope you understand that discussing ideals and principles is a luxury before we drive the Cunningham family out of the jewelry world."

In this world, it was always the winners who had the final say. The losers were consigned to history's shadows.

After much effort, Kendrick managed to push the two women into the inner circle of the exhibition. However, when they saw the displayed works, their expressions froze in unison.

Aurora Cabana, the emerging designer, had a piece that was identical to Snow's work.

Aurora's version, though, included some added embellishments and minor details that seemed innocuous at first glance but made the pieces almost indistinguishable from Snow's.

"If this isn't a coincidence, I don't know what is!" Sabrina exclaimed in shock.

Helen wasn't surprised. She sneered coldly, "This isn't a coincidence."

"This is a disaster! If this blatant similarity gets highlighted, we're going to be publicly lambasted!" Kendrick said urgently, sweating with worry.

"But you know we didn't copy!" Sabrina said, both furious and distressed. Snow's work wasn't just her own but a collective effort from everyone at C&S Signature Jewels. Seeing their hard work reduced to something that looked like plagiarism was unacceptable.

"What good does that do us? It's what others believe that matters. Even if the pieces look similar, having two identical works is indefensible!" Kendrick was increasingly agitated.

"Not just a copy, but outright plagiarism!"

"No way! Are they taking us for fools for displaying plagiarized work so openly? C&S Signature Jewels is out of line!"

The public's love for drama stirred up a frenzy. Within minutes, the entire venue was abuzz.

Rumors spread like wildfire. More and more people crowded around the booth, pushing Snow into a corner, where she appeared helpless and pitiful.

Aurora, the designer in question, was also brought over. She was a strikingly elegant middle-aged woman adorned in gold and silver with a well-maintained figure. Her sharp eyes and arched eyebrows radiated an assertive, unyielding demeanor.