Arthur stood near the back, watching Chloe on stage. For the first time, Arthur realized Chloe could shine this brightly. Unlike the fleeting awe he'd felt at Mistveil Manor. Back then, she'd been beautiful and charming, just as stunning as she'd been on their wedding day. Yet on that day, his only thought had been to get the troublesome formalities over with quickly. She was the person his grandfather had arranged for him, not someone he'd chosen himself, and he'd had no desire to waste time on someone he saw as just a pretty face. But now Chloe seemed to glow with a new energy—confident and strong, with a hint of mystery that made you want to learn more. He couldn't stop looking at her. He didn't know the truth about the designs, but if what was on the screen was really hers, then she was truly talented.They'd been married six years, and all he'd ever seen was her running the house. He never thought she could design. "Arthur! Are you okay?" Jennifer pulled at his sleeve. The way Arthur watched Chloe made Jennifer angry. She was standing right beside him, but he didn't even look at her. Chloe just had to be there to get all his attention. Jennifer's face darkened. She cursed Chloe in her mind. Let Arthur watch—this is the perfect time for him to see Chloe get destroyed by public opinion. Just wait. LOVELESS was involved now. Let's see who could save Chloe. Public opinion could ruin anyone. Even if Chloe really created those designs, Jennifer would make sure the headlines buried her today. Linda stared at Chloe, her heart beating fast. LOVELESS sent their representative Leo to handle this and even flew him to Capaville. That showed how serious they were. They didn't say who they were after—just "the plagiarist."But Chloe's calm voice and confident look—it was like she knew exactly how this would end. "Chloe, what do you mean?" Linda asked, her voice shaking. "You always said Mirabelle was your idol. So why can't you recognize her work?" Chloe's eyes turned cold. "You copied it and put your name on it. How dare you?" Her words hit hard. Before the reporters could react, Linda looked like she'd been slapped. Mirabelle? Linda stared at Chloe, eyes wide. "What did you say?" "You have talent," Chloe said, her voice icy, "but you're using it wrong. You'll never be great." She wasn't just talking—she was giving her final judgment. Linda stood frozen. Those words hurt more than anything she'd ever heard.Lisa didn't understand. When she heard the name Mirabelle, she thought Chloe must have learned from Diana that Mirabelle was Linda's idol. She thought Chloe was just trying to change the subject. "Chloe, stop avoiding this. Just apologize. Mirabelle is Linda's idol. You shouldn't even say her name—it's an insult to designers everywhere," Lisa said with a sneer. "Someone like you isn't worthy to speak about a legend." "Lisa, be quiet." Linda grabbed her arm, panicked. Her face had gone pale. Lisa thought this was part of their plan—to control the story and influence the crowd. She spoke even louder. "Chloe, look at yourself. You have no experience, no real designs. You got to make a whole collection, yet you copied Linda's work. Who are you to judge her? It's ridiculous." "Lisa, I said stop!" Linda shouted. "Enough."The word came out sharp, like a knife. Linda's voice sounded raw. Everyone at the scene—and the millions watching online—saw it. One moment Linda was confident, now she was falling apart. "Linda, Mirabelle is your idol. You became a designer because you loved her work. Chloe even dared to bring up Mirabelle in public, and had the gall to trash-talk you. Who does she think she is? What right does she have?" "Our chief exclusive designer at LOVELESS, Mirabelle. Does she have the right?" A strong voice cut through the noise. People turned and saw a tall man step forward. He had brown hair, was middle-aged, and dressed like a true gentleman. A small rose was pinned to his collar. Even Lisa knew who he was immediately.