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    The screen showcased a high-definition 4K disy, making the email’s timestamp—three months earlier—clear to everyone present.

    Katelyn casually disyed a series of images, revealing her original designs, eachbeled with its title and overall design concept.

    The emails, including Vincent’s replies, contained his feedback and suggestions on these designs.

    A review of the timeline showed that Katelyn and Vincent’s coboration began shortly after Katelyn’s breakup with Neil.

    Neil, his fists clenched, was too stunned to speak.

    He had suspected that Katelyn and Vincent were nning a coboration when he had seen them together.

    After much confusion, Neil finally understood everything. Katelyn was indeed Iris, and Lise was merely a deceitful imposter!

    “I started working with Mr. Adams three months ago, as you can see from the timestamps. The emails also outline my design ideas and overall concepts. If anyone doubts,pare my ideas to Lise’s, and you’ll find even more intriguing differences.”

    Her designs sprung from spontaneous inspiration. Every detail in her work, from each tiny gem to every line, was infused with her distinct ideas and could be clearly exined to the audience.

    In contrast, Lise’s exnations were just attempts to retrofit existing designs, which might seem credible at first but fell apart under scrutiny.

    By this point, the audience had no doubts left.

    Lise swayed unsteadily. She had once stood confidently, but now she was engulfed by fear.

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    A single thought dominated her mind— it was over. Completely over.

    She had hoped to use this event to establish her own reputation, but instead, Katelyn had unveiled her deceit right there in front of everyone.

    She had toyed with the idea that Katelyn might be Iris but ultimately dismissed it.

    After all, how could Katelyn, a mere housewife, be Iris?

    The dread of imminent ruin drove Lise to keep arguing, saying, “Maybe, maybe you took my designs beforehand and presented them to Mr. Adams as if they were yours.”

    Katelyn’s eyes sparkled with scorn.

    “Then bring out yourputer records and check the timestamps on the designs. As a designer, you wouldn’t have failed to save your original drafts, would you?”

    Lise was about to say that she had identally deleted all her records.

    However, Katelyn’s casualment cornered her, leaving no room for escape.

    She gritted her teeth and stubbornly retorted, “Myputer had issues before and was sent for repairs. I don’t have ess to it right now.”

    Then, Vincent’s cold and somewhat mocking voice filled the air, “Miss Bailey’s excuses are quite weak.”

    His voice was slow and measured, but his stare was as heavy as lead.

    Katelyn looked at the still-puzzled audience and gently rified, “Since finding out I was not truly a Bailey, I haven’t been back to the Bailey residence. So, I can’t have stolen any designs from Lise’sputer. How these drafts ended up with Lise is a question for Mr. Wheeler. Could he have had someone steal myputer just to give the designs to Lise to replicate?”

    Katelyn’s question turned the spotlight directly on Neil. If Neil hadn’t orchestrated the theft of herputer, how could Lise have had the chance to giarize?

    All eyes in the room shifted to Neil.

    His face was stern and unyielding. “The thief who took yourputer has been caught. Don’t try to pin this on me.”

    Katelyn responded with a sarcastic smile, “Whether he was truly responsible or a fall guy, Mr. Wheeler, I’m sure you know the truth.”

    She didn’t possess concrete proof and chose not to linger on that point, but she wanted everyone to understand how the drafts might have reached Lise.

    Lise clenched her fists, her eyes brimming with deep resentment.

    She wanted to retaliate but found herself speechless. The tables had turned, and even with Katelyn’s clear exnations, some remained baffled.

    Suddenly, a reporter stood up, microphone in hand, and boldly asked, “What’s the point of all this? In the end, aren’t both of you just giarizing Iris’s designs? Two thieves—does it really matter who stole first and who stole second?”

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