Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 895

"Really?" Prince Caleb raised an eyebrow while looking at Brendan, who was behind Wendy. "Is he the one you were talking about? May I know how to address you?"

Taking two steps forward, Brendan greeted, "Your Highness, my name is Brendan Griffith and I'm Amy's fellow colleague. We've been exchanging our knowledge for a while, so I'm sure you'll both be very pleased with me."

"Brendan Griffith?" While raising his eyebrows meaningfully, Prince Caleb asked, "Aren't you the designer representing Mr. Alexander? Why is Miss Jennings the one introducing you to me?"

Meanwhile, Brendan lowered his head and remained silent, allowing Wendy to be the one to answer. "Actually, Mr. Brendan didn't sign a contract with Alexander, so they don't have a committed relationship. Mr. Brendan is free to represent anyone, including himself, so there's no problem with him participating in the selection process." She provided a very formal answer.

Prince Caleb then smiled as he averted his gaze between Wendy and Brendan. Isn't this a more delightful way of saying you're poaching talents from others? "Sure. Let me have a look at your designs, then," he answered unhurriedly.

Following that, Brendan took out his designs and handed them over respectfully. With his legs crossed, Prince Caleb placed the designs on his lap and flipped through every piece.

Meanwhile, Princess Diana excitedly approached and leaned against him while straining her neck to look at the drawings. However, the longer they looked at the designs, the stranger their expressions became. At one point, Princess Diana even sat up straight.

After looking at the last design, Prince Caleb threw the stack of papers onto the table. He raised his head and looked at Wendy with a face devoid of emotion and a pair of furious eyes. "Miss Jennings, do you think the Princess and I are fools?"

An experienced Wendy was not fazed by his question and maintained her calm expression instead. "I don't quite understand what you're talking about, Your Highness."

"I didn't mind that you tried to use those trashy outfits to trick me last time, but now, you're actually publicly plagiarizing Amy's designs, huh? This is disrespectful to Amy. Did you think the Princess and I wouldn't notice the difference?"

Prince Caleb was furious as his anger spiked when his gaze fell on Brendan. "And you! Don't you know what intellectual property is? You're a disgrace to your fellow fashion designers!"

While narrowing her eyes, Wendy fell into deep thought. It seems like I have indeed underestimated the Yveltalia royalty's ability to appraise things.

"I'm very sorry, Your Highness. I don't know anything about plagiarism. It was Mr. Brendan who found me and asked that I find a chance to introduce him to you. My love for talent has blinded my judgment, which is why he had successfully tricked me. If you don't believe me, you can send out people to investigate this matter. Before today, Brendan and I had never met in private and we never had any interaction with each other. This matter is obviously staged!" Wendy immediately pretended to be the victim and began blaming others.

Seeming to have guessed that she might throw him under the bus, Brendan pretended that he wanted to defend himself. "That's not true. Your Highnesses. Today's incident was all planned out by Wendy. She—"

"What are you guys standing there for? Get them out of here." Wendy took advantage of the crowd and chased Brendan away from the venue. "Tell the organizing committee that Brendan is suspected of plagiarism, which is misconduct, so his right to compete in today's competition should be revoked!"

Before Brendan had a chance to argue for himself, his mouth was covered by one of Wendy's men as they brought him away.

That way, not only did Wendy manage to keep herself out of this matter, but she also had a reasonable reason to ban Brendan from the competition, which was like breaking one of Alexander's lifelines. Now, she had an even higher chance of winning! Even she was impressed with her own plan of disregarding someone after they served their purpose.

On the other hand, though Prince Caleb was clueless about what they were onto, he had completely lost his patience. "Miss Jennings, I think you've grown soft after getting older, which is why you keep getting used by others. I think you should leave these things to the younger generation. We still have someplace we need to be, so we won't be keeping you here anymore."

Since the order to leave was so obvious, she knew it would not do any good if she continued to stay, so she left with her assistant.

After exiting the guesthouse, Wendy stood by the roadside and took a deep breath. It seems like finding someone to pretend to be Elise is impossible, so I have to find another way.

"Miss Jennings, what are we going to do with Brendan?" the assistant asked.

"Let him go."

Now that Brendan was a useless pawn, Wendy would just let him do whatever he wanted. He would not be able to cause much of a problem anyway.

"Yes, Miss Jennings." With a nod, the assistant immediately took out his phone and relayed the order. Only after he hung up did Wendy descend the stairs while tightly clutching her walking stick.

Before she could leave, Mack came running out of the guesthouse and blocked their path to leave. "Miss Jennings, please wait a moment. Don't you guys want to know why Prince Caleb and Princess Diana threw such a big fit, as well as who they are meeting later?"

Those words attracted Wendy's attention as she withdrew her track to look at Mack. "I'm listening."

Subsequently, Mack heaved two warm breaths and fished his phone out from his pocket. Moments later, he showed her the screen. "Half an hour ago, Alexander posted on the web, saying that he will be holding a runway show in Amy's memory. The few designs that have been publicized are all in line with Amy's usual design style with just a little refinement. All of them are very attractive, and though both were copying Amy's designs, Alexander chose a generous way to worship her legacy. On the other hand, you guys chose to cover it up and say that it was your original design, but in fact, it paled when compared to the originals. How can you expect the Highnesses, who are Amy's loyal fans, not to be angry at you?"

After hearing that, Wendy smirked sarcastically and did not try to defend herself. Her assistant came forward furiously and reminded her, "Miss Jennings, could Brendan be the one who ratted us out?"

Shaking her head, Wendy argued, "If I were him, he wouldn't have shown up here tonight. It's not like he has the guts to do it as well."

"How did Alexander think of the same plan as us?" the assistant asked in confusion.