Keely journeyed back to Leopold's hotel.
However, instead of attempting to persuade Leopold as she'd promised she walked into Leopold's room with
tear-streaked cheeks immediately upon arriving back at the hotel.
“Professor, your support today meant the world to me. However, it's hard to watch Loraine demean you because
of me...”
Leopold sighed in response. He reassured her briefly, but his curiosity drove him to speak his mind.
“Keely, her words don’t faze me. My heart aches for you. The man you adore is unworthy of your affections. After
observing him today, it's clear he’s not concerned about you. His mind is consumed by Loraine!”
Keely’s gaze drifted. She feigned wiping away her tears, masking her emotions, before succumbing to even
deeper sobs
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“Professor, Marco and | were very much in love at first, and he was incredibly kind to me. Later, Loraine meddled
with our love and skillfully tarnished my reputation. She manipulated Marco into believing | was wicked and
malevolent, making him think | was the one causing all the chaos... | don’t hold him responsible! | blmy
circumstances for not being born into wealth like Loraine. She thinks her wealth and power grant her the Liberty
to do anything, even snatch away the man | love.”
Leopold trembled with rage. “This is preposterous! It’s hard to fathom she did this to you!”
He looked at Keely and sighed with empathy. “You youngsters are so swept away by love. Keely, you possess a
tremendous talent, yet you let aman bring you sorrow? Marco is infatuated with that vile woman! He's blind to
your virtues!”
Keely, biting her lip, responded with a heavy heart, “But if | lose my love, | fear Ill lose the ability to create
beautiful designs. | apologize, but | simply cannot Let go of him. Could you assistonce more?”
Leonard sighed deeply, yet nodded in agreement.
“I understand. Those with exceptional gifts often endure tremendous emotional torment. It isn’t my role to
convince you to abandon Marco since he is your muse.
All | can do is help you overcthese hurdles.”
Keely’s face Lit up as she replied, “Thank you! Please don’t worry. If
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| can remain by Marco's side, I'm confident | can create even better designs!”
Leopold, relieved, nodded.
The next day, a statement appeared on Leopold's social media page
“I was requested to consult on the redevelopment of White Cloud Airport in Vagow. Yet, during yesterday's
program guidance meeting, | was appalled to witness a young designer shamelessly plagiarizing another's work!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm| loathe plagiarism. It’s a sin | cannot forgive. | will not tolerate such ethical bankruptcy, corroding the integrity of
our industry. Therefore, | implore the public and my peers to refrain from stealing others’ creations. If not, the
stain of such an act will tarnish your reputation forever!”
Leopold refrained from pointing fingers, but given his influence in the architectural world, his post sparked
immediate public debate.
The curious crowd speculated on the individual Leopold hinted at, while rallying behind him and publicly shaming
the anonymous plagiarist.
Only those who shared the meeting with Leopold that day knew that he was referring to Loraine, yet they
collectively chose silence.
They were fully aware that displeasing either Leopold or Loraine was a luxury they couldn't afford.
Moreover, even Leopold himself chose not to unmask the plagiarist. To them, there would be no benefit in doing
that. It would just bring them trouble