Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

[Wait! Don’t you find this set of jewelry very familiar? It’s 70% similar to Angel’s award–

winning design from last year’s international jewelry design competition!]

Pearl for a bad feeling as she saw the cornments turn wild.

[We want a refund! We don’t want plagiarized items!]

[Pearl’s a singer. Why did she end up designing jewelry? It’s ridiculous.]

There were many such comments.

The phone in Richard’s office suddenly rang. He answered, then frowned. After

ending the call, he explained, “We suddenly got a mass cancellation.”

Pearl remained calm. After a long while, she suggested, “Tell Sales to start selling First Sight.”

Her confidence boosted Richard, and he called the sales department.

This was followed by another uproar on social media.

[What happened? It’s okay if the new

products resemble Angel’s designs, but this is plain plagiarism. It’s outrageous.] [Waldorf Enterprises is

disgusting.]

[Drive that designer out! Don’t let her ruin Waldorf Enterprises‘ reputation!]

Pearl was bombarded with endless criticism. Reading the comments, Richard frowned. Pearl smiled at

his worried look.

Trust me, mak

Waldorf Enterprises‘ first foray into the jewelry market a smashing success.”

A jewelry sale was set to take place in the afternoon but it became a press conference because of the c

ommotion. Everyone was eager to know how Waldorf Enterprises would handle it. Raising their camera

s, the reporters were eager to catch every detail.

Pearl said into a microphone, “This jewelry design is a set-”

Someone interrupted her. “We want to know why you plagiarized Angel’s designs. Don’t you have any i

nspiration of your own?”

Pearl looked at the camera and replied, “I didn’t plagiarize anything. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

The female reporter did not believe Pearl. “There’s a comparison chart on the Internet, First Love and F

irst Sight resemble Angel’s award–

winning designs. First Sight is clearly a plagiarized product. How are you going to explain this?”

Pearl looked at the reporter’s smug expression and raised her brows. “Maybe I am Angel.”

“Nonsense. Angel never appears in public, and she’s studying abroad. How could you possibly be Ange

Pearl was amused by the reporter’s livid expression. “What if I can prove that I’m Angel?”

Angel had never appeared in public, so how could the reporter know that Pearl was not Angel?

The reporter scoffed. “You’re going to prove it? How? I‘

impossible that you’re Angel.”

Shaking her head, Pearl took out a gold pen from her pocket that was inlaid with a large diamond. Some

Someone took a closer look and found the official logo of the competition engraved on the pen. “She rea