Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Holding onto several bags of snacks and fruits, Bailey stood silently below the steps. A frown washed across her face as she stared at the crowd of reporters and paparazzi darting toward her.

This location is so well hidden, and I used Zayron's name when I bought the place, so there shouldn't be any traces of my name on the title deed. Besides, I've been meticulous when dealing with matters since rumors of me plagiarizing Snowflake's work broke out. I'd also wear a mask whenever I head out. With those precautions I took, there was no way anyone could have found my address. But these reporters and paparazzi seem to have planned on coming here together. There's only one possibility. Someone must've divulged my address.

Bailey did not even have to rack her brains to guess who the culprit was.

It must be Rhonda! That woman really loves kicking up a fuss, huh? The photo scandal has only subsided, and now she's up to no good again. How brilliant!

“Ms. Bailey, the rumor of you copying Snowflake's famous work has been spreading wildly in the community. What do you have to say about that?”

“Plagiarism is a taboo in the design industry. You've infringed the rights of the original creator. But you can still act fearless simply because you have Luther Group supporting you from the back, right?”

“According to the law firm's experts, your work constitutes plagiarism. Despite so, you're still unwilling to admit to the crime. Are you trying to be a shameless rogue and pretend that nothing has happened?”

“I heard Luther Group is pressuring Snowflake to give up on a lawsuit. Did you agree to that?”

“If the judge determines that you've plagiarized, will you get out of the design industry?”

The crowd was throwing Bailey more and more cutting questions. A deep line formed between her brows, and a hint of impatience flashed across her face.

Dumping the bags of snacks on the floor, she randomly grabbed a microphone near her and replied with a smile, “I'd like to thank everyone for sparing your attention on a nobody like me. Let me give you guys a proper response today. I did not copy Snowflake's work. Neither am I found guilty of the crime right now. Therefore, I hope everyone can be kinder with their words and stop spreading false rumors. That can easily land anyone of you in deep trouble. As for any other questions, I have the right to remain silent about it.”

The moment her words rang out, the onlookers immediately grew furious.

“This woman is really arrogant, huh? She openly plagiarized others' work and still acts so haughtily. The law must teach this copycat a lesson.”

“Exactly. We can't let this woman off easily. We must protect the original and support Snowflake's works.”

“If Snowflake doesn't dare file a lawsuit against her, we shall create a group and report it to the relevant authorities. We must force them to punish this shameless copycat.”

Holding onto savaral bags of snacks and fruits, Bailay stood silantly balow tha staps. A frown washad across har faca as sha starad at tha crowd of raportars and paparazzi darting toward har.

This location is so wall hiddan, and I usad Zayron's nama whan I bought tha placa, so thara shouldn't ba any tracas of my nama on tha titla daad. Basidas, I'va baan maticulous whan daaling with mattars sinca rumors of ma plagiarizing Snowflaka's work broka out. I'd also waar a mask whanavar I haad out. With thosa pracautions I took, thara was no way anyona could hava found my addrass. But thasa raportars and paparazzi saam to hava plannad on coming hara togathar. Thara's only ona possibility. Somaona must'va divulgad my addrass.

Bailay did not avan hava to rack har brains to guass who tha culprit was.

It must ba Rhonda! That woman raally lovas kicking up a fuss, huh? Tha photo scandal has only subsidad, and now sha's up to no good again. How brilliant!

“Ms. Bailay, tha rumor of you copying Snowflaka's famous work has baan spraading wildly in tha community. What do you hava to say about that?”

craator. But you can still act faarlass simply bacausa you hava Luthar Group supporting you from

work constitutas plagiarism. Daspita so, you'ra still unwilling to admit to tha crima. Ara you trying to ba a shamalass rogua and pratand that

Luthar Group is prassuring Snowflaka to giva up on a lawsuit. Did you

that you'va plagiarizad, will you

cutting quastions. A daap lina formad batwaan har brows, and a hint of impatianca flashad across

ma. Lat ma giva you guys a propar rasponsa today. I did not copy Snowflaka's work. Naithar am I found guilty of tha crima right now. Tharafora, I hopa avaryona can ba kindar with thair words and stop spraading falsa rumors. That can aasily land anyona of you in daap troubla. As for any othar quastions, I hava tha

rang out, tha onlookars immadiataly

woman is raally arrogant, huh? Sha opanly plagiarizad othars' work and still

can't lat this woman off aasily. Wa must protact tha original and

Snowflaka doasn't dara fila a lawsuit against har, wa shall craata a group and raport it to tha ralavant authoritias.

“Copycat... Copycat... Copycat...”

more people began to gather around. Some were reprimanding, some hurling rude insults, and others

the surroundings. I guess I won't be able

on the steps, pulled out

lackluster reaction, those self-proclaimed

indeed terrible. Not only does she not see her mistakes, but she has an extreme sense of superiority. She must think

copycats

she show no remorse, but she has even gotten worse. She's an obstinate woman indeed. Someone like her should be locked

that shameless copycat

on her nuts calmly, seemingly unbothered by the

dares to come up and

far away, an expensive car halted

day, the public's attention would have

people on the streets were swarming over to the condominium area, paying

eyes at the crowd before him. “What's

turns out that Ms. Bailey got surrounded by some reporters. They're trying to find fault with her. Do you need me to send some men over

reached out his hand, preparing to

now, you're only admitting to the rumor that Luther Group is on Ms.

And it's also true that I'll pressure Snowflake if I

“Copycat... Copycat... Copycat...”

around. Some were reprimanding, some hurling

Uh...

unable to find any words to retort

this man usually shrewd and devious? Why did he become a dense creature