She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 429

The entire conference room plunged into a dead silence. All eyes locked onto Jean and Louis, with several people stealing covert glances at Loyce to see how she would handle this blatant insubordination.

Jean trembled with rage, her eyes growing redder. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped her pen, unable to force a single word out past the crushing humiliation.

In the midst of the suffocating silence—

Smack!

The sharp, crisp sound echoed through the room as Loyce's hand hit the polished conference table. It wasn't loud, but it instantly commanded every single pair of eyes in the room.

She finally spoke, her voice perfectly level. "Are you done?"

No one responded. Moving deliberately, she pulled a USB drive from her folder and plugged it into the console. "Then it's my turn."

The massive screen behind her lit up, displaying Bloomberry's financial reports over the last five years, detailed profit and loss statements, and a targeted analysis of the core issues.

Loyce stood up. "Since taking over Bloomberry two days ago, I've spent a little time reviewing the overall health of this company."

"Design Supervisor, Louis Vance. Husband to Lila Seabrook, the flagship store manager. You've been with the design department for five years." Loyce brought up a specific spreadsheet, her face devoid of emotion. "You claim she sources overpriced, difficult fabrics that delay production and cause financial losses to the company?"

Louis stared at the flawless market data on the screen. He was stunned that she knew exactly who he was and even his family ties.

He reflexively blurted out, "That's right."

"In Q3 of last year, your 'Starlight' collection, heavily promoted as an 'original design,' completely bombed. Over sixty percent of the inventory remains unsold. But here's the interesting part," Loyce offered a faint smile that instantly sent a cold sweat down Louis's spine.

With a tap on her keyboard, she advanced the slide. "I ran a few designs through a copyright database using an AI algorithm. The comparison clearly shows that over seventy percent of your 'original' elements are highly identical to the new season collection of 'Celeste,' a niche brand from Rimora. What a coincidence that Celeste's founder is a fellow alumnus from the Royal Art Academy. Are you two close friends, Mr. Vance? So close that you share designs? Does the founder know about this arrangement?"

"You... you're lying!" Louis shot out of his chair, his face violently red, veins popping on his forehead. "What Celeste?! I have no idea what you're talking about! That... that's just a coincidence in design inspiration! The fashion industry borrows from each other all the time! How dare you accuse me of plagiarism?!"

His voice grew louder, desperately trying to drown out his panic. "Director, you just got here! You don't understand the situation! You can't just listen to someone's one-sided slander and make wild accusations! I've broken my back for this company for five years! You pull up some nonsense AI comparison to convict me?! I refuse to accept this! This is a witch hunt!"

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