Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 581

Liana was furious enough to tear Sienna apart, but she forced her expression to remain perfectly calm.

That bitch!

How dare she cause a scene at her gala!

Did she not realize she was humiliating the Fairchild family?

Was she not terrified that Finnian wouldn't want her anymore?!

"I didn't plagiarize! This is my work..."

Liana sighed, looking the picture of exhaustion. "Sienna, I know you're upset. You've suffered for three years giving me blood transfusions, and I am deeply grateful to you."

She lowered her eyelashes, softening her tone. "I've finally found a suitable match, and I'll be getting surgery soon. You won't have to suffer for me anymore. My brother already gave you a house and money, but if you think that's not enough... I can give you more. I am the one who benefited, so it's understandable that you resent me. But today is my gala. Could you please stop causing a scene?"

Her words were flawlessly calculated. By adopting a victimized stance, she instantly painted Sienna as a greedy, ungrateful opportunist trying to extort more money.

"This Sienna girl is taking it too far. She's using those blood donations to hold them hostage..."

"Ms. Fairchild already offered more. What else does she want?"

"She's clearly just jealous."

The whispers swelled like a tide, crashing down on Sienna layer by layer.

Seeing her strategy working, Liana quickly looked at Finnian, signaling him to drag Sienna away.

Finnian frowned slightly and took a step toward Sienna.

But just then, Sienna turned to look at him.

Her eyes darted to him, warning him off.

Finnian's feet felt rooted to the ground. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't take another step.

Sienna immediately ripped open the brown envelope and pulled out a thick stack of papers.

"These are Jared Quinn's original design drafts, from the initial sketches to the final rendering. One hundred and thirty-seven pages in total. Every single one is dated, and every single one has his signature."

She held the stack high, turning toward Liana. "You said you spent three months locked in your room working on this. Where are your drafts? Bring them out. If you have even a single sketch that matches any stage of this design's timeline, I will apologize right here and now, and I will never appear in front of you again."

Liana's perfect smile finally shattered.

She stared at the yellowed pages, her pupils shrinking in horror.

She opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat.

How... how could she possibly produce drafts?

"You said it yourself! If I show you the drafts, you'll apologize! And you'll never show your face to me again..." Liana forced the words out, desperately trying to maintain her composure.

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