Chapter 1012

Chapter 1012:

Ailyn’s gaze flickered as she recalled Waylon addressing Luka as “uncle” and accusing the Orly Company of plagiarism. A perfect idea began to form in her mind.

“What’s so special about an office building, Mr. Johns, and Mr. Calderon? You pride yourselves on being original, while Orly stands accused of copying. Why don’t we settle this with a contest? Let’s see whose show—Timeless Elegance’s or Orly’s—achieves greater success.”

Her words dripped with arrogance, her eyes glinting with confidence.

“If the works you call plagiarized can’t surpass your so-called originality, then staying here would be utterly ridiculous. But if your originality fails against the Orly collection you’ve slandered, you must publicly admit that Orly did not plagiarize. As for the company location, the winner keeps it, and the loser packs up and moves out. So, do you dare to bet?”

Waylon and Luka both frowned, startled by Ailyn’s suggestion. But after considering the long-standing grievances, Luka spoke up, his tone resolute.

“Timeless Elegance is more than willing to bet. The question is—can Orly Company match that courage?”

Ailyn turned her gaze toward Lina.

Lina clenched her teeth, then stepped forward with determined resolve.

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“We’ll bet. After all, Orly Company hasn’t plagiarized anything!”

“Heh, bold words,” Luka scoffed, though he refrained from dredging up Lina’s unsavory history, which was far too lengthy to recount in one breath.

Having achieved her goal, Ailyn ignored the tense exchange and moved the discussion forward.

“Well, now that the bet is settled, Miss Grey, let’s proceed with the tour. The truth will reveal itself when the shows conclude.”

Lina nodded, noticing that Ailyn’s disdain for Waylon and Luka was barely concealed. She knew the so-called “bet” was a trap—one meant to lure them in.

She was determined to win. Orly Company’s reputation would be restored, and Timeless Elegance’s pride would be shattered. Just the thought of such a triumphant outcome filled her with satisfaction.

A successful show wouldn’t just redeem Orly Company’s name—it would expand the company’s influence, erase the stain of plagiarism, and firmly push Timeless Elegance from its throne. The benefits were far too great to resist.

Lina’s attitude toward Ailyn grew more deferential.

“Miss Vettel, I’ve prepared everything you requested. Please, feel free to make any changes or suggestions.”

Ailyn gave a curt nod. In truth, she hadn’t initially cared much for this collaboration. She had planned to simply go through the motions. But now? Now that a bet had been made against people she despised, she was determined to crush them.

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