From Scum to Sovereign:Her Diamonds Cut Their Throats - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Lilith snorted coldly and answered matter-of-factly:
"That's just decoration to complement the main gemstone. Hmph, not even knowing this basic design knowledge—how ignorant."
After hearing this, I smiled and gave my assistant a look.
The 2D design on the screen immediately transformed into an exquisite 3D projection.
The ring slowly rotated under virtual lighting, and when it turned to a specific angle, the small diamond that Lilith had called "decoration" refracted light that formed a clear English letter—"Y".
Lilith was stunned.
The guests below also gasped in amazement.
I smiled and explained to everyone: "This is my special signature. Every piece of jewelry I personally design, when illuminated from a fixed angle, will reflect this 'Y'."
"Y, for my name—the first letter of Yara."
Lilith's face turned pale, but she still stubbornly argued:
"You're lying! I did it to commemorate our reunion as marriage partners. How can you turn black into white like this? How much more do you want to steal from me?"
Watching her cry thief while being the thief, I smiled and clapped my hands.
An assistant wheeled over a display cart, on which were all the jewelry pieces Lilith had released under the name of "genius designer" over the past five years.
I pointed at those poorly designed, poorly selling pieces—bracelets and earrings that netizens had mocked as "ugly beyond belief"—and looked at Lilith.
"Then please explain why, after that hit design from five years ago, everything you've designed, Miss Lilith, has not only plummeted in aesthetic quality but lacks even basic structural beauty?"
"So much so that the Allens family's proud jewelry business is about to go bankrupt under your management?"
I asked her with a sweet smile:
"Could it be that Miss Lilith only got a 24-hour 'genius experience card'?"
Lilith stammered, stubbornly trying to argue: "You... you're talking nonsense..."
"Whether it's nonsense or not, this will tell us!"
My biological father, Henry Sinclair, president of Sinclair Group, strode in surrounded by bodyguards.
He didn't even glance at Felix and Lilith, simply signaling his subordinates to distribute a stack of documents to the media and guests present.
Everyone looked down and showed expressions of sudden understanding mixed with contempt.
"These are Miss Allens' so-called 'design drafts'! These poorly patched-together imitations not only violate my daughter's rights but also plagiarize seven foreign niche designers."
Lilith stood like a wooden statue, mumbling: "How... how did you get these..."
My fiancé Lucian finally spoke indifferently.
"Miss Allens, we have no obligation to tell you the process."
"You only need to know that we've already contacted those seven designers for international copyright litigation."
"What you need to worry about now is not just industry blacklisting, but also massive international compensation and up to seven years imprisonment."
This series of heavy blows completely crushed Lilith.
Her face turned ashen, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this, Felix immediately rushed to my father to apologize and distance himself from Lilith:
"Mr. Sinclair! All of this was Lilith's own doing, completely unrelated to the Smith family! You must investigate clearly!"
"That's just decoration to complement the main gemstone. Hmph, not even knowing this basic design knowledge—how ignorant."
After hearing this, I smiled and gave my assistant a look.
The 2D design on the screen immediately transformed into an exquisite 3D projection.
The ring slowly rotated under virtual lighting, and when it turned to a specific angle, the small diamond that Lilith had called "decoration" refracted light that formed a clear English letter—"Y".
Lilith was stunned.
The guests below also gasped in amazement.
I smiled and explained to everyone: "This is my special signature. Every piece of jewelry I personally design, when illuminated from a fixed angle, will reflect this 'Y'."
"Y, for my name—the first letter of Yara."
Lilith's face turned pale, but she still stubbornly argued:
"You're lying! I did it to commemorate our reunion as marriage partners. How can you turn black into white like this? How much more do you want to steal from me?"
Watching her cry thief while being the thief, I smiled and clapped my hands.
An assistant wheeled over a display cart, on which were all the jewelry pieces Lilith had released under the name of "genius designer" over the past five years.
I pointed at those poorly designed, poorly selling pieces—bracelets and earrings that netizens had mocked as "ugly beyond belief"—and looked at Lilith.
"Then please explain why, after that hit design from five years ago, everything you've designed, Miss Lilith, has not only plummeted in aesthetic quality but lacks even basic structural beauty?"
"So much so that the Allens family's proud jewelry business is about to go bankrupt under your management?"
I asked her with a sweet smile:
"Could it be that Miss Lilith only got a 24-hour 'genius experience card'?"
Lilith stammered, stubbornly trying to argue: "You... you're talking nonsense..."
"Whether it's nonsense or not, this will tell us!"
My biological father, Henry Sinclair, president of Sinclair Group, strode in surrounded by bodyguards.
He didn't even glance at Felix and Lilith, simply signaling his subordinates to distribute a stack of documents to the media and guests present.
Everyone looked down and showed expressions of sudden understanding mixed with contempt.
"These are Miss Allens' so-called 'design drafts'! These poorly patched-together imitations not only violate my daughter's rights but also plagiarize seven foreign niche designers."
Lilith stood like a wooden statue, mumbling: "How... how did you get these..."
My fiancé Lucian finally spoke indifferently.
"Miss Allens, we have no obligation to tell you the process."
"You only need to know that we've already contacted those seven designers for international copyright litigation."
"What you need to worry about now is not just industry blacklisting, but also massive international compensation and up to seven years imprisonment."
This series of heavy blows completely crushed Lilith.
Her face turned ashen, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this, Felix immediately rushed to my father to apologize and distance himself from Lilith:
"Mr. Sinclair! All of this was Lilith's own doing, completely unrelated to the Smith family! You must investigate clearly!"
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