Wendy's POV
Daphne was now surrounded by pointing fingers and flashing cameras, reporters crowding her with questions:
"Miss Reed, why did you plagiarize? How do you feel now that the original creator has exposed you in front of everyone?"
Her face was stormy. "Sorry, I'm not giving interviews!" she snapped, shoving reporters aside as she tried to leave.
But just then, a sharp, commanding voice rang out—
"Stop!"
I turned toward the sound. On the stage, the man who held everyone's attention had suddenly stood up, striding forward with calm, unshakable steps.
Nick.
His cold, razor-sharp gaze locked on Daphne. "Miss Reed," he said, his tone cutting through the hall, "after smearing Brown Pack out of thin air, do you really think you can just walk away?"
The sheer dominance radiating
