She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 538

Some of the prominent attendees in the VIP section nodded approvingly. "We really are in an era of incredible young talent. The Seabrook family clearly has a worthy successor for Élégance."

Raoul let out a soft chuckle, his eyes gleaming with undisguised mockery. "Very well. I have no further questions. Let us proceed to the next presentation."

Sybil sat back down, but her heart was hammering against her ribs in a panicked rhythm. Why had the judge interrogated her so aggressively? Was it because her piece was identical to Bloomberry's?

But Loyce hadn't secured the fabric from the Yavon Loom Factory. No matter how you spun it, the narrative would be that Loyce copied her.

"It was just a trap," Alicia whispered, placing a reassuring hand over her daughter's trembling fingers. "He was testing your resolve. You held your ground perfectly. Now, let's watch Bloomberry make a fool of themselves."

Sybil nodded, her tense muscles slowly relaxing. Yolene had already leaked the photos online; Bloomberry was completely late to the game. She had the absolute advantage of timing.

Backstage, Yolene swaggered off the runway, basking in the glow of the audience's thunderous applause. She was absolutely convinced she had secured her grand comeback. Thanks to Nexus Design, she was returning to the top of the A-list!

But the moment she stepped into the dressing corridor and saw Flavia wearing the exact same coat, her triumphant smile froze and shattered.

She stumbled in her stilettos, only managing to stay upright because her assistant grabbed her arm. Both women stared in sheer horror.

"Why are you wearing my dress?!" Yolene shrieked.

Out front, the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers. "Next up, we have a submission from Bloomberry, created by designer Giselle Turner. Presenting the 'Four Seasons' collection. This four-piece line features two menswear and two womenswear looks, representing Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter."

The moment those words echoed through the hall, Sybil, who had just managed to calm her nerves, felt like she had been shoved out of an airplane without a parachute. Her blood ran cold.

A seasonal collection?!

Her neck snapped up mechanically toward the runway, her mind completely blanking out.

...

"How are you wearing the exact same thing?!" Yolene demanded, her voice cracking.

Yolene was completely stunned, but she wasn't blind. Even at a glance, the design was the same, but up close, the texture, the flow, and the sheer quality of Flavia's coat were astronomically higher than the one she had just worn.

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