Mr. Grant Treats Me Like a Treasure-Chapter 233 - 232: I’m Not Skye

Claire Sullivan, sitting next to Joel Quinn, heard Ruth Hale’s words and didn’t have a shred of doubt. Her face turned cold as she gritted her teeth and said fiercely,

"What does she want after all!"

She was very glad that, just now, in front of reporters, she cut ties with Serena Sullivan.

She was pleased that Serena Sullivan, who constantly plotted against Zoe, was no longer her daughter.

"Don’t be angry."

Joel Quinn said softly beside her, reaching out to hold Claire Sullivan’s hand, his gaze lowering to search for Serena Sullivan’s location.

Sitting far from the main seat in the front row, he could only see Serena Sullivan’s shoulder and a blurry, unclear profile.

"This work might not be Zoe’s." Joel Quinn’s eyes carried a hint of amusement as he stared at Serena Sullivan’s profile ahead, speaking slowly while his fingers gently rubbed the back of Claire Sullivan’s hand.

"If it’s not hers, then whose is it!"

Claire Sullivan sneered disdainfully, thinking that if Serena Sullivan did something over the top again, she wouldn’t care about the crowd and would go over to teach her a lesson.

"Let’s wait and see."

Joel Quinn replied, he had a bad feeling, two identical works suddenly appearing—was Serena Sullivan trying to plagiarize Zoe’s award, or was she attempting something else?

Ruth Hale, however, wasn’t worried like Joel Quinn. Being used to being praised in the circle, she was arrogant and condescending. When she first saw the two extremely similar works, she was a bit concerned, but the one surnamed Shen clung to her and dared not rebel.

It must be Serena Sullivan! Serena Sullivan was jealous of Zoe, trying to copy Zoe’s work for an award.

"Serena Sullivan, competing relies on skill. Even if you win an award by plagiarizing Zoe, it’s useless."

Ruth Hale spoke into the microphone, looking at the smiling Serena Sullivan.

"I really don’t get it, you tried to win by plagiarizing four years ago, and now you’re trying the same trick again."

Ruth Hale continued to mock, "Unfortunately, this video proves everything."

"Everyone’s eyes are even sharper!"

Ruth Hale watched Serena Sullivan silently, guessing she was scared.

"Is Skye really Serena Sullivan?"

"How did she plagiarize Zoe Quinn again!"

"Is she really that foolish? Plagiarizing Zoe Quinn four years ago, and now doing it again to the same person!"

Some people couldn’t believe Skye was Serena Sullivan!

"I think that using a plagiarized work to compete, such people have no right to be here!" Ruth Hale shouted smugly, calling security to throw Serena Sullivan out of the venue.

Where would security dare to come over and throw someone out, with Serena Sullivan having Ethan Grant and Carter Lockwood by her side—as even the chairman dared not directly kick someone out.

Ruth Hale saw that someone had Serena Sullivan’s back, she clenched the microphone and sarcastically said coldly, "Does a person with a deep background who plagiarized deserve to tarnish the efforts of other designers here?"

"Is this fair to the designers, to the audience present!"

Ruth Hale wanted to incite the audience’s anger over Serena Sullivan’s plagiarism, so that Ethan Grant, even if he wanted to protect her, would have to consider the feelings of many high-society individuals here.

The audience’s anger was just being stirred up when Serena Sullivan said with a light laugh, "Indeed, people who plagiarize don’t deserve to stay here!"

Her voice was cold and powerful, and as she spoke, the voices behind her gradually quieted, everyone stopped unanimously, waiting for Serena Sullivan to speak again.

Ruth Hale heard what she just said.

"You also think you don’t deserve to stay here!"

Ruth Hale sneered cynically, her tone disdainful.

Serena Sullivan smiled, unaffectedly replied, "I am not Skye!"

"I also did not plagiarize!"