Betrayed by Four: Reborn, Their Rival Mafia Lord Became My Husband - Chapter 259: Chapter 259
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With a single sentence from Sophie, everyone around was stunned. It took Stella two seconds to react, "What did you say? Are you an S?"
"This is truly the funniest thing I've heard all year, Sophie. If you're an S, I'll kneel down and call you my ancestor!"
"Sure, everyone here heard it," Sophie said, looking at the witnesses around.
"But what if you're not an S? Then you must kneel down to me too! I remember you were indeed a designer, delusional enough to try collaborating with Walton Group and got kicked out by me. If you want to impersonate someone, find someone else to impersonate. How dare you pretend to be an S."
"Do you even know who S is? How famous she is? Do you know that all her design drafts are unique, and her clothes always bear the S logo? I can't believe you even copied that!"
Sophie couldn't be bothered with arguing with Stella. Sometimes, there are more direct ways to handle situations than arguing.
She looked at Stella, holding her phone, "Don't move."
With a click, Sophie took a photo of Stella.
"What are you doing?" a slightly annoyed Stella asked.
Sophie didn't explain, just typed something on her phone. After a short while, she put the phone away.
"Go check on S's official website yourself."
Curious, Stella took out her phone, logged into the official website, and saw a statement scrolling on the homepage.
"Recently, there have been many criminals impersonating S, stealing designs, producing high-quality replicas of dresses. We hereby declare that the following dress is not personally designed by S. The tail of S's logo is slightly upturned, and it is made with golden thread. Moreover, the fabric of this dress does not match, indicating that it is a high-quality imitation."
Following that statement was a photo, and it was none other than the one Sophie had just taken – a picture of Stella. In the photo, only half of Stella's face was visible, but the dress was very clear.
Finally, there was a line of text: "Designer S, whose name is Sophie Hades."
After looking at it, Stella's face turned pale, and she even nearly lost her balance, almost twisting her foot.
Placing it on the official website meant that people all over the world would know that Stella wore a high-quality imitation dress, an embarrassment of the highest order.
This... this couldn't be true; Sophie really is S...
How could Sophie be S? She...
Sophie enjoyed Stella's expression, "Have you all seen it clearly? Do I need to spell it out? Your dress is not designed by me, and every dress I create has a record of its purchaser. Stella, you've been deceived."
"I did plan to collaborate with Walton before, but you probably didn't pay attention to my name. When I contacted the company, I used the name S."
"No... no..." Stella's face turned pale.
Many people who witnessed this drama went to S's official website and saw the statement.
"What? This is S? I really like you, S! Can you make me a dress? I'll pay any amount!"
"This is so embarrassing. Wearing a fake dress in front of the real S and even claiming that S's dress is fake. This is truly the biggest joke in the world."
"Hahaha, so this is the young miss from the Walton family. Truly bringing shame to the Walton family."
"Yeah, if I were her, I wouldn't have the face to live in this world anymore. I love this earth-shattering reversal."
Sophie stood there, and the fiery red roses seemed even more vibrant.
"If I were S, you would kneel down and call me your ancestor, right? Those were your own words, Miss Stella Walton?" Sophie had an expression that said, "I didn't want to, but you insisted."
"Kneel, your ancestor is right here."
"This is truly the funniest thing I've heard all year, Sophie. If you're an S, I'll kneel down and call you my ancestor!"
"Sure, everyone here heard it," Sophie said, looking at the witnesses around.
"But what if you're not an S? Then you must kneel down to me too! I remember you were indeed a designer, delusional enough to try collaborating with Walton Group and got kicked out by me. If you want to impersonate someone, find someone else to impersonate. How dare you pretend to be an S."
"Do you even know who S is? How famous she is? Do you know that all her design drafts are unique, and her clothes always bear the S logo? I can't believe you even copied that!"
Sophie couldn't be bothered with arguing with Stella. Sometimes, there are more direct ways to handle situations than arguing.
She looked at Stella, holding her phone, "Don't move."
With a click, Sophie took a photo of Stella.
"What are you doing?" a slightly annoyed Stella asked.
Sophie didn't explain, just typed something on her phone. After a short while, she put the phone away.
"Go check on S's official website yourself."
Curious, Stella took out her phone, logged into the official website, and saw a statement scrolling on the homepage.
"Recently, there have been many criminals impersonating S, stealing designs, producing high-quality replicas of dresses. We hereby declare that the following dress is not personally designed by S. The tail of S's logo is slightly upturned, and it is made with golden thread. Moreover, the fabric of this dress does not match, indicating that it is a high-quality imitation."
Following that statement was a photo, and it was none other than the one Sophie had just taken – a picture of Stella. In the photo, only half of Stella's face was visible, but the dress was very clear.
Finally, there was a line of text: "Designer S, whose name is Sophie Hades."
After looking at it, Stella's face turned pale, and she even nearly lost her balance, almost twisting her foot.
Placing it on the official website meant that people all over the world would know that Stella wore a high-quality imitation dress, an embarrassment of the highest order.
This... this couldn't be true; Sophie really is S...
How could Sophie be S? She...
Sophie enjoyed Stella's expression, "Have you all seen it clearly? Do I need to spell it out? Your dress is not designed by me, and every dress I create has a record of its purchaser. Stella, you've been deceived."
"I did plan to collaborate with Walton before, but you probably didn't pay attention to my name. When I contacted the company, I used the name S."
"No... no..." Stella's face turned pale.
Many people who witnessed this drama went to S's official website and saw the statement.
"What? This is S? I really like you, S! Can you make me a dress? I'll pay any amount!"
"This is so embarrassing. Wearing a fake dress in front of the real S and even claiming that S's dress is fake. This is truly the biggest joke in the world."
"Hahaha, so this is the young miss from the Walton family. Truly bringing shame to the Walton family."
"Yeah, if I were her, I wouldn't have the face to live in this world anymore. I love this earth-shattering reversal."
Sophie stood there, and the fiery red roses seemed even more vibrant.
"If I were S, you would kneel down and call me your ancestor, right? Those were your own words, Miss Stella Walton?" Sophie had an expression that said, "I didn't want to, but you insisted."
"Kneel, your ancestor is right here."
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