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Several winners had already arrived, engaged in casual conversations as they occupied
their seats, filling the room with an air of anticipation.
Sabrina settled into her chair, retrieving her speech notes from her memo, readying
herself for her upcoming address.
On her right, a young photographer shot a fleeting glance at Sabrina before returning to
his conversation with those around him.
Seated beside the young photographer was a bespectacled man who leaned forward to
discreetly observe Sabrina. He whispered, “Hey, is the person next to you the first prize
winner? I only found out she’s the former wife of the CEO of the Blakely Group when I
checked her Twitter that day.”
The young photographer cast another sidelong glance at Sabrina and replied, “Yes, I
believe so.”
The bespectacled man curled his lips in disdain.
“I have a feeling that her award must have been secured with connections. What do you
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthink? Well, that poor Addion. Her work is exceptional, and she’s managed to secure the
top prize. However, she has to publicly apologize to that woman.”
The young photographer contested, “Well, I can’t tell whether she earned the award with
her connections. But that Addion? She isn’t as innocent as she appears. Addion was only
an alias she used. She won second place with some excellent photos last time, and I
happened to know the real photographer behind those photos. We both attended a
photography event before. When he discovered his work was stolen, he tried to expose it
in the media, but it was hushed up. I thought it was pointless to reveal the truth to the
public. This time, Addion may have messed with the wrong person.”
The bespectacled man expressed his astonishment, “Really?”
“Why would I lie to you?” the young photographer retorted, retrieving his phone and
opening his Moments feed.
“He posted about it two days ago. It’s a real shame. He was so disheartened last time
because of the plagiarism that he didn’t participate in the competition this year. If he had
entered, he might have also claimed a prize.”
“It’s indeed unfortunate that he failed to protect his work. That being the case, Addion is
no ordinary individual. Or how else could she wield so much influence?”
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“When the incident occurred, the online community demanded that Addion’s real identity
be disclosed to prevent her from plagiarizing other people’s work. But the sponsor
disregarded it. The fact that they never uncovered that individual implies it’s no ordinary
situation,” the young photographer explained and sighed.
“I know who Addion is,” a middle-aged man seated in the front row suddenly stated, his
voice lowered as he glanced around cautiously.
The young photographer and the bespectacled man leaned in, their curiosity piqued. In
unison, they asked, “Who is it?”
“Apparently, she’s the cousin of a judge,” the middle-aged man stated, his tone carrying a
significant weight.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“That’s why the photographer you’ve mentioned couldn’t defend himself, It also explained
why the event organizers never disclosed Addion’s true identity.”
The middle-aged man continued, “If it weren’t for the fact that the person she targeted
this time had significant clout, it might have never come to light.”
The young photographer and the bespectacled man exchanged glances, finding the
revelation quite believable.
Meanwhile, Sabrina kept her head down, focusing on her typing. She couldn’t help but find
their conversation somewhat amusing.
While her connection with Blayze did play a part in her circumstances, their assumptions
hinted at something different.
Most people believed her influence stemmed from her ties with the Blakely family and
Tyrone.
She had divorced Tyrone, but it would be a challenge to sever their connections
completely.
Despite her declaration that she didn’t want Tyrone’s assistance, she had unconsciously
come to rely on it.
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