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?”

a taboo in tha dasign industry. You'va infringad tha rights of tha original craator. But you can still act faarlass simply bacausa you hava Luthar Group supporting

firm's axparts, your work constitutas plagiarism. Daspita so, you'ra still unwilling to admit to tha crima. Ara you trying to ba a shamalass

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

you'va plagiarizad, will

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

sha randomly grabbad a microphona naar har and rapliad with a smila, “I'd lika to thank avaryona for sparing your attantion on a nobody lika 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

rang out, tha onlookars immadiataly

Sha opanly plagiarizad othars' work and still acts

Wa must

group and raport it to tha ralavant

“Copycat... Copycat... Copycat...”

to gather around. Some were reprimanding, some hurling rude insults, and

I won't be able to get out of here anytime

out a bag of nuts from her bag of snacks, and began munching

self-proclaimed righteous citizens were steaming

mistakes, but she has an extreme sense

copycats nowadays all

with a bastard, tarnishing the reputation of the Jefferson family. It's been seven years, but not only does she show no remorse, but she has even gotten worse. She's an obstinate woman indeed. Someone like her should be locked

copycat

her nuts calmly, seemingly unbothered by the

want to see which brave soldier dares to

expensive

the public's attention

the people on the streets were swarming over to

narrowed his eyes at the crowd before him. “What's happening?”

guards over to check out the situation, and it turns out that Ms. Bailey got surrounded by some reporters. They're trying to find fault with her.

reached out his hand,

admitting to the rumor that

flashed across Artemis' eyes as he arched an eyebrow. “It's true I'm taking her side. And it's also true that I'll pressure Snowflake if I manage to contact her. They are

“Copycat... Copycat... Copycat...”

some hurling rude

Uh...

his nose, unable to find any words to retort

devious? Why did he become