The reporters just shook their heads, needing a moment to take it all in.
Sabina stood rooted to the spot, stunned, her face burning as if she’d just been slapped. Embarrassment and anger boiled inside her.
So J knew Emily. That was why she handed over the comic rights so easily. From the very beginning, the two of them had been playing her for a fool, hadn’t they?
The realization made Sabina’s anger surge, hot and wild. Fine. If she couldn’t have it, then Emily wasn’t getting it either. She would make sure this damn artist’s reputation got ruined. If the author’s name went down in flames, the whole project would be tainted. So what if Emily got the rights after that? With an IP this popular blowing up in her hands, Emily would be torn apart online.
“J.”
As everyone was still trying to process what was happening, Sabina’s voice suddenly echoed through the hall. People turned to look. Her eyes were rimmed red, shiny with tears, and she looked heartbreakingly helpless.
“I get that you’re friends with Emily, and it’s your right to give her the rights. But was it really necessary to humiliate me like this?”
The reporters perked up, sensing some serious drama.
“You made me sign a letter of intent, you held a whole contract signing event, and now you pull this…” Sabina forced a shaky smile, doing her best to look fragile and innocent. “Don’t you think that’s just a little too cruel?”
Charlotte glanced at her coolly, face expressionless, eyes narrowing as if she was settling in to watch the show.
“Is there anything else?”
Sabina took a shaky breath. “Sure, Emily and I had a small disagreement over a show ages ago. But does she really have to hold a grudge for so long?”
At those words, Sabina froze for a second, but quickly regained her composure. People had always whispered about her having work done, but no one had ever come up with evidence. No proof meant she could just deny it.
“J, what are you even trying to say?” Sabina’s acting was flawless, her voice steady. “It’s over, the rights are already gone. You’ve already embarrassed me enough, so why stoop to personal attacks?”
She turned to face the cameras, dabbing at her eyes for effect, her voice raw and shaky. “You’re accusing me of having plastic surgery? Fine, then show everyone your proof. If you can’t, I’ll take you to court for defamation and slander.”
The reporters exchanged wide-eyed glances, practically drowning in today’s drama.
“Proof?” Charlotte lifted her chin, lashes casting shadows over her dark, cold eyes. “I actually have it.”

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