Chapter 54
Sophie’s fingertips trembled slightly, the livestream filter casting an eerie pallor over her already pale face.
Sophie looked at Rachel’s state with satisfaction, smirking. She held up the “Thornbird” design to the camera, quietly waiting for Rachel’s reaction.
“Sister’s design concepts are always so… unique.”
She leaned close to Rachel’s ear, whispering: “But turning prison memories into jewelry design-isn’t that kinda dark?”
When she tilted her head, malicious glints flickered in her eyes.
The comments flooded in:
[Can Rachel actually deliver or what?]
[Did she even design anything?1
[Maybe she just doesn’t wanna show it before the competition?]
【Sophie can show hers, why can’t she? Stop being so dramatic!]
Rachel’s breathing became ragged, her fingers digging into her palms until her nails nearly drew blood.
She stared at the design in Sophie’s hands-the work she’d poured countless sleepless nights into, her blood, sweat, and tears.
Every line, every gemstone placement was something she’d obsessed over and perfected.
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And now Sophie was flaunting her work on camera, even using that fake-ass smile to taunt her!
“Sister, why aren’t you saying anything?” Sophie’s voice stayed sickeningly sweet, with just a hint of innocent confusion.
Suddenly, like she’d just had a lightbulb moment, she looked at the screen and said earnestly: “Everyone, please be patient. Sister might just need more time to prepare.”
“Sister was valedictorian in college-why don’t you critique my work?”
She looked at Rachel like she’d already won.
But Rachel stayed silent for what felt like forever. Sophie wasn’t stressed, just let out a soft laugh:
“Does sister think my design sucks or something? That’s why you won’t comment? It’s cool, you can just say it. I can handle criticism.”
Rachel’s throat felt completely blocked. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
She knew if she told the truth now, Sophie would just flip it around, claim she was jealous and making shit up.
And the viewers? They’d never believe her.
The doubt in the comments kept growing:
[Is Rachel feeling guilty? Why won’t she speak up?]
[Bet she doesn’t even have a design. All that hype and she’s got nothing.]
【Sophie’s design is fire, Rachel must be feeling some type of way, lmao!]
Sophie read the comments with a victorious grin.
She casually waved the design, putting on this concerned act: “Sister, if you’re really not ready, that’s totally fine. We can wait. You’re my sister-I’d never embarrass you.”
Rachel’s chest was rising and falling like crazy. She finally snapped, her voice shaking: “Sophie, that design you’re holding is mine!”
The moment those words left her mouth, the livestream went dead silent for a heat.
Then the comments absolutely exploded:
IWait, what? What is Rachel even saying? Her design?)
ILMADOO is she so jealous she’s lost her mind? How could Sophie’s design be hers?]
[Does Rachel have hain damage? How can she even say that?]
Sophie’s face didn’t show an ounce of panic. She just blinked innocently, putting on this hurt and confused expression: “Sister, how can you say that? This is something I worked my ass off to design. How can you claim it’s yours?”
Rachel’s eyes were practically shooting fire. She whipped around, pointing at the design: “That’s the piece I stayed up for days working on! Every single stroke was drawn by my hand! Sophie, you stole my design!”
Sophie just stared at her calmly, completely unbothered.
She sighed softly, her tone dripping with fake disappointment: “Sister, I know you’ve always had issues with me, but I never thought you’d actually try to frame me like this. I designed this piece all by myself. If you don’t believe me, I can show you the process documentation.”
Sophie pulled out a tablet, opening a folder packed with different versions and modification records.
She pointed the screen at the camera, smiling sweetly: “Everyone can see-these are all my design process records. Every single edit is timestamped.”
The comments went ballistic:
[Holy shit, Sophie is incredible! She kept such detailed records!]
【Rachel is so shameless! Actually trying to frame Sophie for theft!]
[This chick is disgusting, jealousy is a disease!]
Rachel stared at the screen records, feeling like she’d been dropped in ice water.
How the hell did she get all this?
Since being locked up at the Leroix house, Rachel had no electronics-just pen and paper. So where did Sophie get all this digital stuff?
She stared hard at Sophie’s screen.
If Sophie could match every single one of her design steps, there was only one explanation-she’d been under surveillance this entire time!
“Sophie, you…” Her voice was shaking so bad she could barely speak. “You planned this whole thing, didn’t you?”
Sophie kept that innocent look, gently shaking her head: “Sister, I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about. If you really think this is your work, then prove it. But if you can’t, don’t go around making false accusations-it’s not good for either of us.”
Rachel’s mind went completely blank. She was trapped.
No evidence meant she couldn’t prove jack shit.
And Sophie had covered all her bases, even faking design records that looked legit.
The comments turned vicious:
[Rachel is pathetic, no evidence but still trying to frame Sophie, gross!]
[This person doesn’t deserve to compete, just GTFO!]
[Poor Sophie, imagine having a sister like that!)
Rachel’s vision started going dark. Her whole world was crashing down.
She’d always thought if she just worked hard enough, was good enough, she could make it in this family.
But now she realized she never stood a chance against Sophie.
Sophie hadn’t just solen het werk do’d completely naked her reputation
“Sister, if your’re done with your fantium, tel’s get back to the livestream.”
Sophie’s voice slayer sig swert, like nothing had happened. “Everyone’s waiting to see my other designs.”
Rachel took several deep breaths, fighting the urge to deck her. She stared at Sophie’s skinny neck and asked: “Sophie, wanna make a bet?”
