“Then let’s wait and see,” Layla said, loosening her clenched fist slowly.
Mia was extremely excited, but she pretended to express concern, “With such serious consequences, won’t it be too much of a blow to Evelyn?”
Layla replied, “Since we’ve decided to oppose her, there’s no need to hesitate anymore.”
…
The venue returned to normal.
To demonstrate the fairness of Fashion Creating Awards, the organizers would showcase the gaming works of all participants before award evaluation.
Mia’s submission was deduction game similar to ‘One Night Ultimate Werewolf’.
The exquisite and beautiful graphics, from the environment to the minor character accessories, each detail immersed the audience in a highly relaxing atmosphere. Although the special effects of this game were slightly lacking, it was still tolerable given the overall relaxing environment created by the game.
Watching everyone nod in approval, Keith felt a surge of pride.
“Doesn’t Director Taylor have any feelings seeing this?” From the moment he was kicked out he had sworn to make Evelyn regret her decision that day. He looked up, hoping to discern something from Evelyn’s expression.
Evelyn spoke disdainfully, “Luke, do you have any feelings?”
Luke furrowed his brow, “It seems… a bit lacking.”
“No,” Evelyn’s voice was lazy as she corrected Luke, “Garbage, it’s garbage.”
Luke sighed inwardly. He couldn’t match Evelyn in the art of insults.
Hearing such a comment, Keith gritted his teeth. “Evelyn, you’ll regret this.”
Evelyn retorted, “Hmm, regret not firing you earlier, garbage!”
Keith, with a dark expression, continued to stare at the projected screen. It wasn’t long before Evelyn’s game project came up. He couldn’t believe that Evelyn would be able to smile when she gets criticized later.
After the introduction of characters, the effects that Evelyn couldn’t possibly have finished suddenly appeared on the screen.
The visuals were innovative, the actions were fluid. Especially when the cute little angel appeared, it instantly charmed most of the audience present.
…
It’s a mix of demon and angel, cute, cool, and powerful-just the kind of thing you’d want to take home. Who would still remember the mediocre visual experience of Mia’s games?
“Wow, this little angel is my sweetheart. When this game goes live, I’ll definitely play it first.”
“Ah, my heart!”
“Whose stroke of genius is this, ah…”
Mia’s face darkened completely as she questioned Keith, “Didn’t you say everything was foolproof? What’s going on now?”
“It’s just a stroke of luck…”
“Miss Taylor, don’t forget, we still have our last ace up our sleeve. The feeling of lifting the opponent high and then stomping them down, isn’t it even more interesting?” Keith added.
Mia was somewhat tempted, but she didn’t dare to be careless, “If you mess up again, disappear from my sight.”
With all the gaming projects showcased, as expected, Evelyn’s project “Baby Angel” won the Creative Award.
Evelyn took the stage amidst everyone’s attention. The award presenter happened to be Master Brown.
He appeared neatly dressed, full of spirit, standing beside Evelyn.
“Congratulations, young lady. I never expected you to be so capable, to produce such an outstanding work.”
Evelyn smiled, “Thanks to the design sketch you gave me.”
Master Brown smiled and handed over the trophy.
Just as Evelyn was about to accept it, Keith suddenly stood up. “If a work is suspected of plagiarism, does it deserve to win an award from Fashion Creating Awards?”
At his words, everyone’s gaze locked onto Evelyn.
Even Master Brown temporarily withdrew the trophy.
“What does he mean?”
“Is he implying that Evelyn’s ‘Baby Angel’ is a plagiarism?”
“Didn’t you notice earlier? Some character design sketches in ‘Baby Angel’ are quite similar to Keith’s works.”
“I noticed too. It’s audacious to receive an award after plagiarizing someone else’s work. I have to admit, this person’s shamelessness is quite something.”
Master Brown remained expressionless, but his gaze was like a sharp knife, fixed on Keith.
“Young man, words shouldn’t be thrown around lightly. Do you have evidence?”
Keith looked confident, “Of course, in ‘Baby Angel,’ several characters are very similar to the images in my work, with only differences in hair accessories and sleeve decorations. And the little angel, although heavily modified, still bears a resemblance to the angel in my work.”
Upon hearing him mention the little angel, Master Brown’s expression turned grim, “And how do you prove that the plagiarist isn’t you?”
“Master Brown, I’ll tell you everything. A month ago, I was also working at the same company as Evelyn. It’s because Evelyn parachuted in as the new director and used my works under her cousin Zane’s name. I had no choice but to leave the company. Those four works were designed by me more than three months ago.”
Keith walked up to the stage, holding a flash drive, and uploaded several electronic drafts onto the big screen. The completion time of each piece of work was clearly visible.