Chapter 512 - You're Desperate

It was like his words carried some kind of magical power, and all of a sudden, they easily dispelled my nervousness.

He tilted his head and glanced at this tall, straight and powerful man standing beside me, and suddenly smiled, "Good, I know."

With him around, I'm not afraid.

At the press conference site, there were more than three full rows of reporters sitting in front.

But at almost the first glance, I swept over Fredrick and Margarita Baron sitting at the back.

Margarita Baron glared at me smugly for a few moments.

As if, imperatively, as if she'd come over here waiting to see me laugh and taunt me severely after I failed to clarify.

When Fredrick looked in our direction, he abruptly changed his face, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he gave Antoine a threatening look.

But again, quickly, hiding the emotion.

This should be his, first miscalculation.

I looked at Antoine and asked in a low voice, "Afraid?"

"If I was afraid, I wouldn't have come."

Antoine glanced in Fredrick's direction, and his hands, which were hanging down at his side, all but squeezed tight at some point.

At those words, I was relieved.

He'd be a big problem for me if he backed out on the brink.

"Go on, I'll watch you from there."

Myron Baron leaned over and whispered in my ear, his eyes looking toward the off back of the scene.

I smiled, "Good."

He walked in that direction with Jerome, Sergio, Jenny, and Antoine and took his seat.

Edith and I walked to the very front, facing the press.

As soon as we sat down, the lights kept flashing, and Edith said something briefly before giving me the "please" sign.

I sat up straight, lifted my eyes to the front, and took a deep breath, "Good afternoon, everyone, I'm Yorlien Green, the head of jewelry at Agnes Corporation, and the designer of the Warm Glow collection, and I'm very grateful to all of you for taking the time to come here today. "Thank you for taking the time to attend the press conference on the Warm Light plagiarism case. I'd like to briefly clarify a few things with you."

As soon as my words left my mouth, the reporter's voice couldn't wait to ring out.

"President Green, may I ask, what is your explanation for the matter of "Warm Light" plagiarizing Y&M?"

"Your father also spoke out online, what he said, it can't be false, right? There's no way a father would smear his own daughter."

"President Green, is it convenient to disclose what made you copy Y&M, is it true that you're as jaded as your father says?"

"And what kind of explanation do you intend to give regarding your treating your sister-in-law that way?"

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"You guys are asking so many questions, President Green can't answer them all, right? Can you do it one by one? Besides, didn't President Green also say that she was planning to clarify? Can't you guys hear someone finish their sentence?"

One of the female reporters, who was facing me, suddenly disliked the other reporters with great dissatisfaction.

With her interruption, the other reporters wilted for a moment, and I spoke at the right time, "One, I didn't copy Y&M, every design in the "Warm Light" series was designed by me with a single stroke of a pen, inspired by my sons and daughters, as well as... ..."

I turn my attention to Myron Baron, "as well as, my future husband."

"Inspiration is something that comes out of your mouth, do you have any other proof that you didn't plagiarize?" A reporter asked instantly.

I lowered my eyes and pulled out what I had prepared at home that morning.

This was also, what I had thought of from the beginning, something that could clarify for myself.

I first took out a pair of earrings from "Warm Light" and showed them to the media, "Everyone is so concerned about this incident, so you must also recognize this pair of earrings in my hand, which is a new product from our "Warm Light." "

"What's the use of this?" I asked the reporter scornfully.

Facing the reporter's contemptuous questioning, I took out the two photos with stickers blocking my features and faced the media, "These two photos are of my son and daughter."

I pointed to the small grips on Isabelle's head, "Just now I took out the earrings, everyone should have noticed, the earring designs are respectively a boy and a girl, the girl's, tied with a small grips, and my daughter, almost every day tied with a small grips."

Said, I also handed Andy's photo forward a little, "This is my son, from childhood is pot head, and earring design, as the same."

As my words landed on the ground, many reporters showed surprised expressions.

Fredrick's face changed fiercely, and passed a look towards a reporter.

That reporter immediately turned on me, sneeringly said, "President Green, this explanation of yours is also too weak, who knows if it was you who copied it before you took a picture of your child's changed hairstyle, besides, just allow your child this hairstyle, Y&M's designers, can't they have this inspiration? "

"Of course."

I had expected that someone would ask this, a light smile, from within the file bag and pulled out another photo, is I had finished drawing the manuscript before, was Andy saw, he liked it, let me help him to take the photo.

There is him on the photo, there is the manuscript, at that time, thinking about the convenience of washing out and preserving, directly with the camera, so, the bottom right corner there is also the time of taking pictures.

"This one, should be convincing enough, right?"

As soon as I flashed the photo, a reporter's camera disliked it, a burst of shots.

I was calm and collected, and spoke, "The time I came out with the manuscript is in the bottom right corner of this photo, and speaking of which, I'd like to ask Y&M's designer."

I stood up and looked in Fredrick's direction, "May I ask, do you have any evidence that proves that you came out with the design earlier than this time?"

"Naturally, there is."

In front of so many people, Fredrick rode a tiger and could only say this.

It was clear to me that even if he didn't have it, he could still come up with evidence that would make it look like a fake.

So this was just an appetizer.

I smiled and looked at Antoine, "Designer Antoine, is it convenient to ask you to come up for a moment?"

"Who is this?"

"President Green, your clarification, what's the point of calling the other designers up?"

"It's hard to believe that ... is ready to shake off the blame, saying that he didn't design it himself?"

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Antoine, amidst the spiteful sounds of the media's mouths, walked over with an information packet.

And Myron Baron's gaze, which had been falling on me, smiled broadly and said with a mouthful of words, "Very good, go for it."

It was like I was inspired, the confidence in my heart grew more and more, and when Antoine walked up, I looked at the media and said, "Did you guys know that the designer of Y&M is a designer who makes good use of gunslingers and utilizes means to forcefully buy other people's designs?"

The moment my words left my mouth, it was like a bomb that exploded in the room.

Fredrick's face turned blue! The eyes that looked at me, were eager to kill.

I was not afraid to meet him, after all, he was the one who tried so hard to kill me, I had to fight back.

The media, who stood on Fredrick's side, couldn't wait to twist the facts again, "President Green, you're so desperate that you're starting to throw dirty water on Y&M?"