Chapter 332
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Shirley thought. If it weren’t for Miss Y’s petites, I might have won the grand prize at the Pillere Design Competition. My life wouldn’t have taken a downturn. Honesty. My downfall began with Max Y
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A trending topic appeared with hashtags: [The fake heiress Cynthia turns out to be Jewelry Master Miss Y]
It instantly reached the top of the trending list and even crashed Twitter’s servers.
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Shirley was dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe it at all. She thought, ‘Cynthia is the famous Miss Y? No way! That’s too absurd!‘
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Regardless of how heated the discussions were, she absolutely refused to believe it. She thought, ‘How could Cynthia be that kind of person? She’s just a fake heiress who has stolen my identity.
‘She should be living like a rat in the slums. How could she possibly be Miss Y? How could she stand on the world’s brightest stage and receive everyone’s praise and admiration?
‘She doesn’t deserve it! She absolutely doesn’t deserve it!‘ Besides, there was a huge uproar over the plagiarism incident back then. Miss Y even sued Velorix.
She thought, ‘How is this possible? If she really is Miss Y, then Velorix was practically destroyed by her! Shirley seemed to have figured something out, but she was unwilling to admit it or accept it.
Shirley couldn’t stand seeing Cynthia shining on the stage. It was worse than killing her. She rushed to the front and shouted madly, “No way! She’s an imposter! There’s no way she can be Miss Y!”
Shirley was causing a huge uproar. Everyone mocked her for being rude and having no manners, but the atmosphere became eerily quiet.
Shirley kept pointing at Cynthia’s nose and calling her an imposter. Whitney saw this and just frowned slightly. She didn’t like Shirley either.
But at this moment, she actually hoped Shirley would come and stir things up. She had never expected that Miss Y would be Cynthia. But she knew deep down that it was definitely true.
Cynthia didn’t seem like a simple person. She had a striking air of pride and an innate confidence that stemmed from her intelligence and talent.
Whitney even noticed that she wasn’t just ordinarily smart. She was exceptionally gifted in many areas. She was favored by
fate.
Although Whitney genuinely admired Cynthia deep down, Cynthia was now on the opposing side. Whitney had a feeling that someday Cynthia might become her greatest rival.
She couldn’t allow Cynthia to grow unchecked. So, even if it meant buying off Shirley that fool, she was determined to eliminate this threat. However, she didn’t expect Cynthia to be even stronger than she had imagined.
Shirley stirred up emotions, “She’s just an imposter. Her biggest talent is pretending to be others.
“She used to impersonate me to become the heiress of the Jones family, and now she’s pretending to be the famous jewelry designer, Miss Y. She’s a habitual liar. Don’t believe her!”
Shirley’s eyes were red, and her voice was as sharp as a screeching parakeet’s. Yet, quite a few people believed her, casting doubtful gazes at Cynthia.
After all, no one had seen Miss Y’s real appearance. Shirley didn’t care at all. Whether or not Cynthia was Miss Y, she couldn’t let her assume this identity. Anyway, no one had seen Miss Y.
Cynthia wouldn’t be able to prove herself either. She couldn’t just design something on the spot to clear her name. Cynthia just wanted to brand her as a fake.
Whether she was real or not from now on, whenever people saw Cynthia’s face, they would associate it with being a fake. Cynthia looked at Shirley expressionlessly.
She wasn’t flustered at all and seemed completely unbothered. She turned to glance at the man hidden in the shadows and called out, “Simon.”
