Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1790

"I'm speechless," said a spectator. "What's with the expression? Chandler is so disrespectful!"

Another spectator chimed in, "Yes, what a turn-off. I declare that from now on, I will not be a fan of Chandler anymore. He'll never have my support."

"Me too!"

Amid the waves of doubtful voices, Chandler remained unfazed and asked calmly, "Ms. Dankworth, are you sure this is your final design?"

Sadie snapped back to reality and answered without any hesitation, "I'm sure."

Chandler nodded with a half-smile and said, "As long as you're sure."

With that, he turned around and called his assistant over to take out a drawing from his briefcase and held it up in front of Sadie. "Look closely, this is a design I created a few years ago.

"Yes, it's exactly the same as the one you just drew. Did you spend so much time earlier just to show everyone how you copied my work?

He paused for a moment before staring sternly at the camera. "You all claim that whoever presents the work first is the original creator. But everyone could see the process just now clearly.

"This design draft of mine wasn't created on stage; it was completed before I even came here. So now, who's in the right, and who's in the wrong?"

Upon hearing that, Sadie's face instantly turned pale, and she gulped uncontrollably to ease the tension building in her chest.

Under the immense pressure earlier, she had mindlessly picked up the stylus and slipped into a state of imitation. Because she had copied too much, she suddenly forgot that she had been replicating Amy's works for the past seven years.

Just as Chandler had pointed out, she had drawn a design that Amy had already created and claimed that it was her original work in front of tens of thousands of people. She felt as if she had been slapped hard in the face, her cheeks burning with pain.

But she didn't plan to give in just yet. She forced herself to calm down and stammered, "I admit that I didn't come up with a great idea, but what I drew is my own work.

After he said that, the entire venue fell silent, and the atmosphere became awkward. Even Sadie couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and tease, "Are you out of your mind? Everyone knows that Amy is a woman."

"Who said that?" Chandler retorted with a soft yet imposing tone. "Out of the tens of thousands of people here, who has actually seen the real Amy?

"You all assume she's a woman just because she designs clothes exclusively for women. Today, I'll clear up this beautiful misunderstanding."

"You're talking nonsense! I'm Amy. I was born to be extraordinary and talented in design. I am Amy Dankworth. Mr. Newton, do you think you can forcefully take my identity just because you're rich and powerful?

"Let me tell you, it's impossible!" Sadie had completely immersed herself in the role of a victim, her eyes red with agitation.

Chandler glanced past her indifferently and ignored her words. He walked to the front of the judges and bowed politely.