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CG Gems‘ Legal Department issued a cease–and–desist letter with the caption, “What’s not yours will never be yours.”

The higher Freya had risen, the harder she fell.

Netizens flooded their official X page and their official short–video ount, bombarding them with sarcasticments about the giarism scandal.

[Look at this nobodypany. It’s small in size but big on ambition, thinking they could lead fashion trends. Yet, they get a p in the face so soon.)

[Honestly, your jewelry used to be so beautiful and unique. I even told a bunch of people about it. Can’t believe you screwed up like this. What were you thinking?]

[If they put that energy into designing jewelry, they might’ve actuallye up with a few decent pieces.]

Freya hurled her phone onto the desk, sending papers and her cup flying to the floor. The office was in chaos in seconds.

She thought angrily, ‘What’s Skr’s deal with CG.Gems? No way that design is CG.Gems’s new collection.”

Every single incident piled up, and every time Freya thought about them, it felt like another bomb went off inside her, making the pain almost unbearable.

Freya called Skr, her voice shaking with anger. “Are you satisfied now? The whole inte is tearing me apart. This must be exactly what you wanted, right?”

“Quite pleased, actually,” Skr said coolly.

Freya demanded, “Are you a designer at CG Gems?”

“No,” Skr replied curtly. Not ready to reveal her identity yet, she denied it right away.

Freya snapped, “Then how did you get your hands on CG Gems’stest design drafts?”

Skr said, “She’s ba /bclose friend of mine. I know a thing or two about design, so I helped review the drafts. Is that a problem?”

Freya’s eyes were bloodshot. She snapped, “Did you show me those designs on purpose?”

Skr retorted sarcastically, “Don’t pin this on me. I had no idea you were so fascinated with the junk in my room.”

Freya’s eyes zed with fury. “Skr!”

Skr quickly pulled the phone away from her ear as Freya’s shouting nearly burst her eardrums. “Freya, if you have time to argue with me, maybe you should focus on cleaning up this mess instead.”

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Skr swiftly hung up, rolled her eyes at her phone, and muttered, “She gets caught giarizing and still tries to me me. What a dumbass.”

Freya hurled her phone again in a fit of rage. This time, her phone wasn’t as lucky as before. The screen shattered into a spiderweb of c

Freya stomped madly on the scattered papers and ss shards on the floor.

In her fury, she slipped and crashed to the floor,nding hard on her lower back.

Freya screamed in pain, “Damn, that hurts.”

The secretary rushed in at the painful cry. “Ms. Lambert, why are you on the floor?b” /b

Freya’s temper red even hotter when she saw her secretary frozen in ce. “What are you waiting bfor/bb? /bGet over here and help bme /bbup/b.

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“You’re so stupid. I have no idea who the hell hired you. Tomorrowb, /bboth of you get the hell out.”

Pale–faced, the secretary helped Freya to her feet, pleading desperately, “Ms. Lambert, please give me another chance. I swear bthis /bwon thappan

Freya tried to shake her off, but without the secretary’s support, she couldn’t even stand.

bFreya’s /bface contorted with anger. “Fine. Onest chance.”

Freyay sprawled on the sofa, phone in hand, drafting a statement.

VanLier: [This incident was caused by a designer’s misconduct, and the designer has been terminated. Going forward, we will bstrengthen /bbour /breview process to ensure originality. We hope you’ll give us another chance.]

She spent millions hiring paid trolls to flood thements every few minutes and then shelled out another fortune to scrub all traces of herself bfrom /bbthe /btrending topics.

She even went so far as to hire paparazzib, /bshelling out millions to buy some earth–shattering news and put it out there, all bto /bdivertizens‘ attention.

In total, she spent over 3 million dors, all charged to ke’s supplementary credit card.

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