Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

[Wait! Don’t you find this set of jewelry very familiar? It’s 70% similar to Angel’s award–

winning design from last year’s international jewelry design competition!]

Pearl for a bad feeling as she saw the cornments turn wild.

[We want a refund! We don’t want plagiarized items!]

[Pearl’s a singer. Why did she end up designing jewelry? It’s ridiculous.]

There were many such comments.

The phone in Richard’s office suddenly rang. He answered, then frowned. After

ending the call, he explained, “We suddenly got a mass cancellation.”

Pearl remained calm. After a long while, she suggested, “Tell Sales to start selling First Sight.”

Her confidence boosted Richard, and he called the sales department.

This was followed by another uproar on social media.

[What happened? It’s okay if the new

products resemble Angel’s designs, but this is plain plagiarism. It’s outrageous.] [Waldorf Enterprises is

disgusting.]

[Drive that designer out! Don’t let her ruin Waldorf Enterprises‘ reputation!]

Pearl was bombarded with endless criticism. Reading the comments, Richard frowned. Pearl smiled at

his worried look.

Trust me, mak

Waldorf Enterprises‘ first foray into the jewelry market a smashing success.”

A jewelry sale was set to take place in the afternoon but it became a press conference because of the c

ommotion. Everyone was eager to know how Waldorf Enterprises would handle it. Raising their camera

s, the reporters were eager to catch every detail.

Pearl said into a microphone, “This jewelry design is a set-”

Someone interrupted her. “We want to know why you plagiarized Angel’s designs. Don’t you have any i

nspiration of your own?”

Pearl looked at the camera and replied, “I didn’t plagiarize anything.

The female reporter did not believe Pearl. “There’s a comparison chart on the Internet, First Love and F

irst Sight resemble Angel’s award–

winning designs. First Sight is clearly a plagiarized product. How are you going to explain this?”

Pearl looked at the reporter’s smug expression and raised her brows. “Maybe I am Angel.”

“Nonsense. Angel never appears in public, and she’s studying abroad. How could you possibly be Ange

Pearl was amused by the reporter’s livid expression. “What if I can prove that I’m Angel?”

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The reporter scoffed. “You’re going to prove it? How? I‘

impossible that you’re Angel.”

Shaking her head, Pearl took out a gold pen from her pocket that was inlaid with a large diamond. Some

Someone took a closer look and found the official logo of the competition engraved on the pen. “She rea