Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Do You Not Believe Me?

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But after getting a good look at the face in the video, several people who were familiar with Celine couldn’t help but look at her in confusion.

Celine’s own expression turned complicated.

Difficult family background?

Buried in debt?

A poor student who would steal someone’s work to make it big?

The girl’s face in the video was extremely familiar, but none of those things Lydia described sounded the least bit like her. The girl was Celine’s niece, Alice.

Thinking of her niece, who had been acting mysterious and elusive lately, Celine pressed her fingers to her temples in frustration.

I knew Alice was up to something. No wonder she insisted I bring my industry friends to the show.

So this is what it was all about.

Anyone who knew Celine had probably met Alice.

After all, Celine had no children of her own, so she spoiled her niece like her own daughter, plus they also shared a mentor–student relationship.

They’d watched Álice grow up–they knew exactly what kind of person she was.

It took them just one second to realize Lydia was the one lying.

It just didn’t make sense for Alice to lie. She had Celine, a top figure in the dance world, as her aunt. Even if the Jensens weren’t an ultra–rich family, they were still far from nobodies.

Besides, Alice had already dropped out of the dance world’s competition years ago–rumor had it she was planning to enter show business instead.

She had no motive to steal someone else’s work.

If anything, it was Lydia who actually had more to gain from the choreography credit of Chasing the Wind.

Meanwhile, Lydia on stage was completely unaware of what was happening offstage. She kept putting on her act, defending herself in front of the cameras.

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Chapter 142 Do You Not Believe Me?

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A stern–faced dance master put down her phone, which displayed the timeline of both girls‘ videos, and spoke with an unpleasant expression, “Character comes before skill. Without integrity, talent is just an illusion.”

With those words, Lydia’s dance career was essentially over.

None of the dance masters present felt sorry for her.

The more successful they were in their fields, the more they cared about their reputations.

Their pride meant they refused to associate with someone who stole from others.

Tilda, who had set up the camera crew and snuck to the front row to watch the drama unfold, nearly burst out laughing.

No wonder Claudia had told her to fan the flames. She’d arranged the livestream and even got Florence’s team to come.

This scandal was enough to burn away all of Lydia’s former glory.

Several of the distinguished guests and dance masters were ready to leave, not wanting to watch the farce any longer.

But Lottie, who hadn’t heard the whole story and only caught the dance master’s comment, suddenly jumped up and shouted angrily, “Lydia is the real victim here. Why are you all so quick to judge her for plagiarism?”

She was so upset that her voice actually overpowered most of the chatter.

The reporters crowding around Lydia lit up. Like dogs catching a scent, they rushed over.

Now even the distinguished guests and dance masters were blocked in by the commotion.

Lydia turned to Florence and Celine, her face full of hurt.

“Ms. Jensen, Madam Santiago, do you not believe me either?”

The reporters rushed to snap pictures and bombard them with questions.

Florence, being a foreigner, simply pretended not to understand what they were saying.

Celine pressed her lips together. “Facts speak louder than words.”

Lydia grew more frantic. “But what you see isn’t always the truth.”

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