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    By contrast, Danna’s gown—a near-perfect imitation in material and construction—could only fool those whocked expertise.


    Karina clicked her tongue, her voiceced with amusement. “Nothing like a side-by-sideparison to expose the truth.”


    Danna’s breath hitched. Panic flickered across her face as she stammered, “B-but this only proves my dress is a fake… It does not prove that Corrine is the mysterious designer Corry!”


    A knowing smile tugged at Corrine’s lips, her eyebrows arching ever so slightly. “You want proof?”


    Without another word, she exchanged a nce with Ivy.


    Catching the silent cue, Ivy stepped forward, pressing a phone into Danna’s trembling hands. “See for yourself.”


    Danna hesitated before lowering her gaze to the screen. Her fingers quivered as she scrolled through the design sketches—and there, clear as day, was the signature.


    Corrine’s name.


    The truth crashed down on her, leaving her frozen in ce.


    Corrine was Corry. The elusive, revered designer was standing right in front of her.


    If that was the case… why had Corrine remained with the Ashton family? With such talent and prestige, why had she endured humiliation for so long?


    Questions swarmed Danna’s mind, but none of them made sense. “Are you ready to admit defeat now?” Karina’s voice cut through the silence, pulling her back to the present.


    Danna’s head jerked up, her eyes darting between Karina and Corrine. A murmur of amusement swept through the crowd.


    “Wasn’t she demanding an apology and doublepensation just moments ago? Talk about a p in the face.”


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    “She pranced around all night, showing off that dress, only to find out she dropped 1.8 million dors on a counterfeit. Absolutelyughable.”


    The mockery twisted like a knife in Danna’s gut. Her face burned with shame, her pride crumbling under the weight of the truth.


    The weight of public scorn pressed down on her. With an angry huff, she spun on her heel and stormed toward the exit.


    Just as Danna moved to leave, Karina cut her off with a swift step, her poised silhouette forming an unyielding barrier. Standing a head taller in her sleek heels, she crossed her arms and looked down at Danna with a faint, condescending tilt to her lips. “Miss Becker, don’t be in such a rush to leave. We still have unfinished business.”


    After causing such a spectacle, did Danna really think she could just walk away? Not a chance.


    “Who was it just now that used Corrine of impersonating the renowned designer, Corry?” Karina’s voice rang out, crisp andmanding, as her gaze swept the room. “Listen well, everyone. Corrine isn’t an imposter—she is the designer at Redamancg, and she is Corry. The very designer you’ve all been speaking of.”


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