Mr. Grant Treats Me Like a Treasure-Chapter 236 - 235: She Actually Doesn’t Know Her Name

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Chapter 236: Chapter 235: She Actually Doesn’t Know Her Name

This premonition was very accurate, and Serena Sullivan didn’t give her much time to recover. Just as Ruth Hale was about to say something, a voice slowly came from behind the large screen.

"Hello everyone, I’m Skye!"

The girl’s voice captured the audience’s attention. Everyone stared at the big screen, not at the girl slowly walking out from behind it.

She was wearing a light blue gown, her fresh and clean face giving off a comfortable vibe.

Ruth Hale turned her head to look at the girl who appeared, feeling the voice was familiar, and she also looked a bit familiar.

"The work on the big screen was painted by me."

The girl continued, "Actually, both of these are my creations!"

She meant that whether it was Zoe Quinn’s or Skye’s, both were designed by her.

Indeed, both were originally the same piece.

In other words, Zoe Quinn had plagiarized her!

"Who are you! What nonsense are you spouting here!"

Ruth Hale was utterly bewildered by the girl who appeared suddenly, and she went over to confront her.

Upon closer inspection of the girl’s face, she abruptly remembered who this was.

This is... with the last name Shen.

"Shen..."

Ruth wanted to call out her name, but after racking her brain, she couldn’t recall the girl’s full name, only remembering her last name was Shen.

"Skylar Sinclair."

Skylar Sinclair said calmly.

"Ms. Hale." Skylar continued, "I’ve been studying under you for three years, and you still don’t know my name."

"Skylar Sinclair, why are you here!"

Ruth Hale didn’t want to listen to Skylar’s nonsense here.

The name, what’s so important about remembering it.

She was even more puzzled about how Skylar Sinclair got into The Brilliance Competition!

Without an admission ticket, you can’t get in.

"I said, I am Skye."

Skylar Sinclair lowered her voice and said again. She then took a few steps forward, her eyes scanning the audience below, finally landing on Serena Sullivan in the front.

The first time Serena approached her to talk about Ruth Hale, she had refused.

A powerless and disadvantaged person like herself, how could she fight against Ruth Hale, and she needed money, fearful of being blacklisted by offending Ruth Hale.

"Hello everyone."

"My name is Skylar Sinclair, and I am also Skye," Skylar announced loudly as she saw Serena’s smile and steadied her nerves, "Most of Zoe Quinn’s works over the past few years were painted by me."

"That’s impossible!"

"Zoe Quinn was very talented four years ago, how could she use someone else’s work."

After Skylar finished speaking, the audience began to discuss among themselves.

They said Zoe Quinn was talented because she won the gold prize at The Brilliance Competition four years ago.

"Skylar Sinclair!"

Hearing Skylar’s accusation, Ruth Hale snapped back to reality. She stepped forward and grabbed Skylar’s arm, "What exactly are you here for!"

Ruth didn’t use a microphone; she lowered her voice, glaring at Skylar. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Skylar curled her mouth into a mocking smile, and Ruth’s gaze followed what she was thinking, turning towards Serena Sullivan in the front, suddenly understanding.

It’s Serena Sullivan!

It’s Serena Sullivan who brought Skylar here!

Serena deliberately used the name Skye to mislead her! Making them think Serena plagiarized Zoe’s work.

Then, she called Skylar out to accuse Zoe!

Ha, Serena Sullivan is too naive.

Does she think that with just two or three sentences from an unknown designer like Skylar Sinclair, she can convince everyone present?

That ambiguous recorded conversation, what kind of evidence is that supposed to be!

"Skylar Sinclair, you’ve been my student for three years, and I taught you everything. Is this how you repay me for some money!"

Ruth Hale picked up the microphone and questioned Skylar coldly.

After speaking, she turned her head to look at Serena Sullivan, her eyes seething with cold, ruthless intent.