Chapter 230 I Didn''t giarize Anything!


    Coen massaged his temples, his frustration evident. "Uh, Evie, this might be a misunderstanding. Maybe Linsey didn''t


    actually giarize. We can still salvage this."


    He had initially hoped Linsey would clinch Kylee''s design order, paving the way for a promotion and a raise. Now, with this


    scandal unfolding, it seemed like sheer bad luck.


    Evie Harmon, Kylee''s manager, snapped, "Don''t feed me that nonsense. giarism is giarism. Kylee''s about to step onto


    the red carpet, and the only sensible move is to switch designers immediately! Coen, let me be clear. If you disregard my


    advice this time, Kylee will sever ties with your firm. It all depends on your next move."


    Coen''s heart sank.


    The prospect of losing Kylee as a client over an issue with Linsey was unthinkable.


    "Evie, I hear you. I''ll do exactly as you suggest," Coen replied, attempting to soothe her with a smile. "We have a host of


    talented designers, but given the timing of the red carpet event, they might need to offer off-the-rack dresses."


    "That will be eptable," Evie stated decisively. "As long as it matches Kylee''s taste and hasn''t been disyed online, it


    will work. We''re pressed for time."


    "No worries," Coen assured her. "Has Kylee expressed any preference for a designer? We''ll ensure she''s satisfied."


    Evie responded, "Kylee mentioned her cousin Cynthia Keller, a designer in your department. Start with her. See if she has any ready-to-wear pieces that fit the bill. If not, any qualified designer will do."


    "Understood, understood," Coen replied, relieved. He then cautiously added, "What should we do about Linsey?"


    After a brief pause, Evie scoffed coldly. "Linsey''s blunder is grave-she must face strict consequences. Coen, keeping someone like her could drag down your firm and risk other client rtionships. It would be disastrous."


    Coen paused before responding solemnly, "Got it. I''ll take care of it."


    Meanwhile, Linsey was oblivious to the online bacsh. She was deep in her work, perfecting new design techniques.


    Earlier that day, Kylee had reached out, asking her toe to the red carpet event after her shift.


    Linsey''s phone had been buzzing softly for a while, but she ignored it, assuming the vibrations were merely alerts about the gown''s public unveiling earlier that day.


    Suddenly, a colleague approached Linsey, her expression troubled. "Linsey, why are you still here working? Haven''t you seen what''s happening online? You''re in a lot of trouble."


    Linsey looked up, her expression one of startled confusion. "What?"


    Her colleague paused, clearly struggling with how to deliver the news. "You really haven''t seen it? A well-known designer


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    has used you of giarism on the Inte.....”


    Linsey''s eyes widened, her brows knitting together in disbelief. "What? That''s impossible! I didn''t giarize anything!"


    "You should look at Twitter right away," the colleague suggested, her toneced with sympathy.


    Where once there might have been envy from her peers, now there was only pity.


    Though the usation of giarism was yet to be proven, public sentiment was clear, and it strongly suggested that Kylee would not be wearing Linsey''s design on the red carpet.


    Feeling a heavy sense of dread, Linsey quickly grabbed her phone and opened Twitter.


    As soon as she logged in, she was bombarded with a flood of harshments.


    Herplexion grew pale as she read through the messages, her realization dawning about the severity of the situation.


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