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Corrine merely tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her lips curling into a smile so sweetly innocent it bordered on sinister. “Why the 100k, Miss Becker? Weren’t you the one who asked me to let go?”
“You…” Danna’s chest heaved, rage and humiliation painting her cheeks a blotchy red. Her gaze darted to Nate, who stood a few steps away, his arms crossed over his chest. There was no intention of stepping in—if anything, his eyes gleamed with amusement, as though he were thoroughly enjoying the show.
A fresh wave of jealousy crashed over Danna, but she swallowed it down, forcing her voice to steady. “You’ve got two choices, Corrine. Eitherpensate me for the dress, or we’ll take this to the police!”
She drew herself up, chin high despite the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t believe Nate would back Corrine so brazenly, but even he wasn’t untouchable. There had to be justice somewhere in Lyhaton.
A voice, smooth andced with amusement, sliced through the tension. “Oh, Miss Becker, I’m afraid it might be you who ends up embarrassed.” All eyes turned as Karina sauntered forward, her halter-neck gown swaying elegantly with each step.
Her smile was all sharp edges and secrets, her gaze sweeping over Danna with barely concealed derision. “Wearing a knockoff and passing it off as our brand? You’re braver than I thought.”
“A knockoff?” Danna’s eyes widened, defiance flickering weakly beneath the weight of Karina’s scrutiny. “I know you’re the owner of Redamancg, but you should look closely. This dress is one of Corry’s designs! I have the receipt to prove it. If it’s a fake, then your brand is defrauding consumers!”
Karina’s gaze slid to Corrine. “Corrine, she ims this garbage is your design. Isn’t that nder? And using our brand of fraud—sounds like defamation, don’t you think?”
Laughter bubbled up from Danna’s throat, wild and unrestrained. “This is a design by Corry. What does that have to do with Corrine—” Then her voice died abruptly, the realization crashing into her like a tidal wave.
Her eyes widened, staring at Corrine as if seeing her for the first time. The onlookers, previously spectators to a petty squabble, now gawked at Corrine with a newfound awe.
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After all, in a country teeming with designers, only a select few were truly coveted—only a handful had names thatmanded admiration and desire. And Corry…
Corry was one of them.
Despite Redamancg’s rtively short history, its meteoric rise had already cemented its high-end products as must-haves among celebrities around the globe.
As the visionary behind these coveted designs, Corry had amassed a legion of fans.
Yet, over the years, the enigmatic designer had never appeared in public. No one even knew if Corry was a man or a woman.
Could it really be Corrine?
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