Thanks to my careful planning, the new jewelry launch was quickly pushed into the spotlight. Just as Aiden predicted, on the very first day of the release, someone sharp-eyed pointed out similarities between the two collections. Not only that—they were shocked to discover that Eclipse Corporation’s so-called “new” product had no original design at all. It was a direct copy of Lawson Corp’s line! “Oh my god, is Eclipse Corporation really just giving up? This is clearly self-sabotage! How could they steal Lawson Corp’s design like this?” “What nonsense. Raelynn designed this herself. You really think she’d plagiarize?” “Don’t be so naive. Anyone can plagiarize. There’s no need to be such a die-hard fan.” “Agreed. I’m siding with Lawson Corp on this one.” … The internet overwhelmingly turned in favor of Lawson Corp. Aside from a handful of loyal fans still obsessed with me, everyone else was calling me a “plagiarist mutt.” Public outrage was boiling over. But I wasn’t worried. This was all within expectations. I spent the weekend relaxing at home, even grilling and chatting with some of the Eclipse Pack heirs. It was a good time. Adrian, however, was visibly stressed. “Raelynn, aren’t you even a little concerned? This has blown up. If things get worse, Eclipse Corporation could collapse.” I took a bite of grilled meat and replied leisurely, “Do you think I’m the kind of person who’d copy someone else’s work?” He shook his head without hesitation. “Of course not. I don’t believe that for a second.” “Then relax.” I washed it down with a swig of beer. Alex, ever the downer, chimed in, “If this doesn’t turn around, you’re gonna be in serious trouble.” “And what brilliant insight does Alex have to offer?” I set down my beer and shot him a cool glance. He chuckled. “This is your mess. I’ve got nothing.”Andrix watched us with a smile, saying nothing. Adam looked genuinely concerned. “Raelynn, I’ve been in entertainment long enough to know that you can’t take this level of public outrage lightly. And since this involves Eclipse Pack, if public opinion spins out of control, can you really handle it?” “Don’t worry. I’ve got it under control.” I gave him a reassuring look. Aiden had stayed quiet up till now. Then he finally spoke. “Raelynn’s not as naive as you all think.” Hearing that, I turned and flashed him a heart with my fingers. Of course, Aiden—who’d been around me the longest—understood me best. He hesitated a moment before saying, “You ready to head back to the company this afternoon?” I nodded, a cold smirk tugging at my lips. “This afternoon, Lawson Corp’s going to learn what happens when they steal my work.” … At 3 p.m., Aiden and I arrived at the product launch press conference right on schedule. The plagiarism rumors had drawn massive online attention, so the event was packed with gossip-hungry reporters. Cameras zoomed in on me, everyone hoping for a headline-worthy slip. “Hello everyone, I’m Raelynn. I’m thrilled to be here again to share our latest release—Pearl.” I hadn’t even finished my opening when one entertainment reporter jumped in. “Ms. Raelynn, there’s a lot of online chatter claiming that Eclipse Corporation’s new release Pearl is identical to Lawson Corp’s Ocean Pearl. Do you admit to plagiarism?” I raised an eyebrow at her, smiled, and said, “Of course not. Because this is my own creation.” “Your creation? But Lawson Corp announced theirs first. Based on the timeline, your release came later.” Her questions were sharp and straight to the point. But that worked perfectly for me. If she hadn’t asked, I’d have had to find a way to bring it up myself. “You’re right. Timeline-wise, Lawson Corp did announce first.” I rested my chin on my hand, still smiling confidently. “But early publication doesn’t mean original creation. I have evidence proving this design is mine.” With that, I opened my laptop and cast the screen onto the projector behind me. “As you can see, I began working on this design back in September—three months ago.” I enlarged the screen to show the file’s timestamp, making sure everyone could see it clearly. The date was unmistakable—three months ago. Then I pulled up a screenshot of a chat log. “This is a conversation I had with my mentor in October. She gave me advice on how to refine the design.” I zoomed in and slowly scrolled through the messages so every guest and reporter could read them. The entire conversation revolved around my design. It was precise, technical, and undeniably authentic. Anyone with half a brain could see this wasn’t fabricated. Even the nitpicking reporter had to nod in reluctant agreement after reading it. “And finally,” I cleared my throat and turned to face the cameras, “I’d like to take this chance to address Mr. Zane over at Lawson Corp directly.” I spoke slowly, every word sharp and deliberate. “Mr. Zane, are you satisfied with this outcome?”