Chapter 115
Chapter 115:
I faced Savannah too. “For the last time, it wasn’t me p>
“Enough!” Savannah shouted again. She looked as if she’d aged ten years in just a few minutes. “This whole mess started because someone copied a damn design. That’s the core of it. Who leaked it doesn’t matter. Violet Lin, you copied. That’s a fact. Yes or no p>
Violet bit her lip. “I only did it for Nyx. I thought p>
Savannah slammed both hands on the table. Pencil holders rattled. One toppled, spilling half its contents.
“We’re being shredded online! I had a whole launch planned after this! And you blew it! Now, fix it p>
“H-how?” Violet stammered.
“The hell should I know? Shouldn’t you have thought of that before you went ahead with your stupid idea p>
Savannah’s phone buzzed on the floor. The vibration rattled on the tiles, loud and urgent.
She bent, snatched it up, swore when she saw the name on the screen, took a deep breath, braced herself, then hit answer. “Miss Holloway, I was just about p>
Savannah pulled the phone away from her ear. Her mouth stayed open, but she didn’t get a word in. She just nodded, then muttered a string of apologies. Her skin turned blotchy and red. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Her other hand tightened around the edge of the table until her knuckles went pale. The caller didn’t hold back. I caught the muffled shouts even from two meters away.
Savannah kept nodding and mumbling apologies.
She hung up after five minutes. “That was Eliza’s agent. She said Eliza’s losing brand deals. A few already want to pull out. They think she’s bad press now. Contracts are being terminated. They’re demanding breach-of-contract compensation from us p>
𝓒𝓸𝓹𝓲𝒓𝒊𝓰𝒉𝓉 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 at g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗅𝓈.𝒄0m
“What?” Violet’s sobbing cut off. Her knees buckled. She half-sat, half-fell into the nearest chair. “How much p>
“She didn’t say,” Savannah muttered.
Violet swallowed, her throat bobbing hard. “You’re not going to make me pay all of it, right p>
Savannah didn’t answer.
That set Violet off again. “It wasn’t all my fault! If Mirabelle hadn’t leaked anything, none of this would’ve happened. She’s involved. She should pay too p>
“You’re delusional,” I said.
“It’s you! If you’d kept your mouth shut, none of this would’ve happened p>
“Um,” a girl raised her phone hesitantly. “Someone just tagged Mirabelle. It’s Octavia Grey p>
I pulled out my phone. Notifications had already flooded the lock screen. Octavia always walked the red carpet last. She had just stepped out, and every celeb post before her got drowned out.
Her PR team had done the usual grid dump—dress credits, styling breakdown, makeup brand tags. Same format Eliza’s people had used.