In a composed tone, he inquired, “Who among you can_ provide substantial evidence to substantiate your claim as the original creator of this design?”
Stella took a deep breath, her voice resolute.
“My design was originally hand-drawn. About two weeks ago, I created the design at home. If the judges require it, I can rush home now to retrieve the records from my computer at that time.”
Before Slater could respond, Zola fired back, her tone laced with confidence.
“You can easily manipulate your computer, changing timestamps to falsify the truth.”
Zola’s unwavering arrogance left Stella puzzled, her brows furrowing as she inquired, “How can you prove that this dress is your original creation?”
A sly smile curved Zola’s lips as she replied, “I can present the evidence right now.”
Stella’s frown deepened.
She knew that only Maverick and Matthew had seen her design, and they had no connection to Zola.
So why was Zola so certain?
While Stella wrestled with her thoughts, Zola summoned her assistant over and whispered something in her ear.
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The assistant reached into her bag, retrieving a piece of paper.
Zola glanced at Stella, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she noticed Stella’s confusion.
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With conviction, she handed the paper to Slater and declared, “I am deeply honored to have been selected for the KlassicLuxe Design Competition, and I take this competition very seriously. As a result, a few days ago, on the 27th, I filed for intellectual property rights for my design and creative work.”
Stella’s realization hit like a bolt of Lightning.
She hadn’t expected Zola to take this course of action.
Panic surged within her.
Zola reveled in Stella’s reaction, continuing with a sense of triumph.
“Though the results have not yet been announced, I believe this is enough to prove my innocence. I am the true originator of this design.”
Slater examined the contents of the paper meticulously, confirming that it was indeed a filed design document.
He asked in a composed tone, “Why did you bring this document with you?”
Zola was prepared for this question, her demeanor composed as she replied, “I always come fully prepared for major competitions, just in case.”
Her final words carried a hint of irony.
The room fell into an uneasy silence before the crowd erupted into a cacophony of discussion.