Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 42

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Chapter 42

One of the crowd chimed in. "So, Ophelia was the one hiding her true abilities all along!"

Another one added, "It's like the student who came last in class claiming that the top student was copying from him! Makes no sense at all I can't believe I was rooting for Brock this whole time, only to find out he's the real cheater. What a disappointment!" "Disappointment doesn't even begin to cover it someone else exclaimed. He's so shameless. Just now, accusing Ophelia of copying him. I almost believed him!TM he was confidently

Another voice chimed in. "This is insane! It's disgusting, honestly. A person as shameless as him shouldn't just be disqualified from the competition. They need to dig into his past achievements and see if those were earned fairly!" Someone else agreed, "Exactly..."

With a taunting smirk, Ophelia looked at Brock and asked, "So, Mr. Decker, do you have anything else to explain?"

His shoulders rose and fell with tension, and the coldness in his eyes was a far cry from his usual friendly, boy-next-door appearance. "Do you really need to ruin me to feel satisfied?" he snarled through gritted teeth, his voice low and bitter. Ophelia's lips curled slightly, and a sharp chill gleamed in her innocent-looking eyes. "Well, you reap what you sow," she remarked coolly.

With unwavering determination, she thought, 'Brock, I'll make sure you understand that even though you stole from mel and basked in fame and fortune, I can still bring you crashing down to the ground!

"Mr. Bishop, how do you plan to resolve this matter?" Ophelia directed her question to Cameron. "How did my original sketch end up with Brock's name on it, sealed in his submission Doesn't the production team owe me a reasonable explanation?" "Well..." Cameron hesitated, throwing a pleading look at Miles. This wasn't his mess to clean up.

Miles' expression was stormy, barely concealing his frustration as he gave Brock a stern glare. Turning to Ophelia, he said, "Miss Spencer, I'll personally see to it that you're properly compensated. You'll get every bit of what the champion deserves. and if you have any other requests, don't hesitate to ask..."

As soon as Emily heard the words "don't hesitate to ask", she immediately grew tense and shot a wary look at Ophelia.

But Ophelia didn't even spare Emily a glance, replying. "My request is simple. I want a public apology from both the production team and Brock. And I want the full story made clear on Twitter

"That's impossible!" Brock was the first to object, his eyes red with desperation. He knew that if he publicly apologized, his life would be over-his reputation, his accolades, everything would be gone. He couldn't let that happen. He just couldn't.

Cameron's face turned grim as well. "Ophelia, if this goes public the show will be ruined. All the hard work you and the other designers and models have put in will be for nothing

action," Ophelia responded bluntly, unwilling to waste any more

to appeal to her emotions, was gunned by her indifference. Seeing no way

you're after. Let's settle this privately. He looked at her and

Now you want to settle

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have come any quickert

took a deep breath, lowering his voice.

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wasn't doing all this to get him to notice her, then it had to be for the money. He figured that if that were what she wanted, he'd just give it to her

chief designer at Fashion Ladies plagiarizel, and you haven't even apologized. Now you

was clear enough for the nearby crowd and part

when she had started treating

noticed the shift in his gaze toward Ophelia and immediately wanted to

burst out laughing, "Oops! The side chick is down! She fell

embarrassment as she

she grumbled, I only wanted to use this event to get same attention for my movie. Now

chase after Emily right away. Instead, he turned back and

dresses go for so cheap?" Brock clenched his fists tightly and glared at Ophelia. "I

even?

to me, and I won't pursue this any further,' she replied coolly. The director, overhearing her words, let out a

where he slammed an old, yellowed sketchbook down on the table. "Ophelia, you

sketches of dress designs, along with her own childhood drawings of arms, legs, faces, and hairstyles added to each dress. This wasn't just a simple sketchbook. It held memories of her and her

been slowly setting this trap, all for

into Marilyn at the entrance of