Eclipse Corporation, President’s Office. “Raelyn, those pre-sale pieces…” Aiden looked at me and said in a low voice, “They sold out in five minutes.” I lit up. “Really?” “That’s not all. There are tons of people flooding the official site and Twitter, demanding a full release.” I immediately pulled out my phone and opened Twitter. Sure enough, the news about Eclipse Corporation’s jewelry release was trending at the top. I tapped into the leading tweet, and the comment section exploded before my eyes. “Help, this jewelry is stunning!” “‘Stunning’ doesn’t even cover it. These new pieces totally blow away everything else in this style!” “I still think Angie Allen’s designs are the best. Eclipse Corporation did a decent job, but it’s just not the same.” “Angie’s work is once-in-a-century level. The fact we even found someone this close in style is already a miracle. Just appreciate it.” As I scrolled further, my eyes suddenly stopped on one comment. “Wait a minute… doesn’t this design look super familiar? Last year’s International Jewelry Design Competition—Angie’s winning piece looks 70% identical!” Watching the comment section erupt into chaos, I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. “If it’s plagiarized, we want refunds. We don’t want stolen designs!” “Stick to singing, will you? Trying to design jewelry now? What a joke.” Right then, the office phone rang. Aiden picked up. As he listened, his brow gradually tightened. When he hung up, he looked at me. “The sales channels just got hit with a flood of refund requests.” As I expected. I knew it—these internet users had sharp eyes. Plagiarism? Heh. I’d be more surprised if they hadn’t noticed.I looked at Aiden and curled my lips. “Don’t worry. Tell the sales team to launch ‘First Glance.’” “You’re sure?” Aiden looked at me, clearly unsure. “I’m sure,” I said, staring straight at him. “I guarantee it with my own name.” He stared at me for a long moment, then picked up the phone and told the sales team to proceed with the release of First Glance. The moment it went live, Twitter exploded again. “What the hell? That last design was already suspicious, but this one? This is full-on theft of Angie’s design! Where’s the shame?” “Eclipse Corporation is disgusting.” “Fire that designer immediately. Don’t tarnish the Eclipse Pack’s name!” Aiden sat behind his desk, watching the storm of comments online, his brow deeply furrowed. Of course I knew what he was worried about. But I was completely confident. “Aiden,” I said calmly, “trust me. I’ll make this release Eclipse Corporation’s first big win in the jewelry industry.” … That afternoon came quickly. For this launch, Eclipse Corporation had prepared an extravagant jewelry showcase. But with the plagiarism scandal swirling, the event was now swarming with reporters, all raising their cameras the moment I stepped up to the podium. It was clear what they all wanted: to see how Eclipse Corporation would handle this career-ending accusation. I held the mic and began, “This jewelry design is—” Before I could finish, a female werewolf reporter cut me off. “We just want to know why you plagiarized Angie’s design. Can’t you come up with anything of your own?” I turned to her camera and said clearly, “I did not plagiarize.” The werewolf reporter clearly didn’t believe me. “There are comparison photos all over the internet. First Love and First Glance are almost identical to Angie’s award-winning pieces. First Glance even looks like a direct copy of the design sketch. How do you explain that?” I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Has it occurred to you… maybe I’m Angie?”“Don’t be ridiculous. Designer Angie has never made a public appearance. And she’s been studying abroad all this time. How could you be her?” the reporter snapped, face turning red. I watched her, amused. “Then tell me—if I prove I really am Angie, what will you say?” Angie had never revealed her identity. How could this woman be so sure I wasn’t her? The reporter scoffed. “And how would you prove that? There’s no way you’re Angie!” That’s exactly what I was waiting for. I pointed at her and pulled out a gold pen from my pocket, holding it high for everyone to see. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the pen’s body encrusted with dozens of diamonds—undeniably luxurious. Someone in the crowd recognized it instantly and cried out, “Oh my god! That’s the gold award pen from the International Design Competition! She really might be Angie!” A buzz spread through the guests. A crowd gathered beneath the stage. I raised the pen toward the reporters’ cameras. The big screen behind me zoomed in, showing every fine detail etched into the pen—including the official emblem of the International Design Competition. “She’s Angie! She’s actually Angie!” “No doubt about it. Only the grand prize winner from the International Design Competition would have that diamond-encrusted gold pen!” I ignored the gasps and murmurs and turned to the female reporter. “Now,” I said, “are you still going to accuse me of plagiarism?”