Chapter 116
Queen Algria seemed uninterested in continuing the conversation, gracefully sidestepping her and striding forward.
Her gaze was fixed on someone in the distance – Flora.
She halted in front of Flora, a hint of a smile flickering in her blue eyes. “Flora, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
Her demeanor was starkly different from when she was dealing with Yvonne.
The eight bodyguards accompanying her also chimed in unison, “Miss Flora,” their voices dripping with respect.
In the live stream chat-
[Confused?]
[Double confused?]
[Why is Queen Algria’s attitude towards Flora so odd? And those bodyguards, do they seem… scared of her?]
[Impossible! The mighty Queen Algria, scared of a high schooler?]
[Algria wasn’t here for Yvonne, but for Flora? What did she mean by “Oh, so that was plagiarized too?‘ Is she proving Yvonne plagiarized?]
The scene was buzzing with excitement and speculation.
Queen Algria’s words were loaded with implication, subtly confirming Yvonne’s plagiarism.
“How come you’re here?” Flora lifted her eyelids slightly, watching Queen Algria.
She had known Queen Algria for two years now. She was Crimson’s cousin.
Her daughter was born with a heart condition that worsened dramatically during a visit. It was Flora whom Crimson turned to for help. Given the urgency and the fact that Algria was Crimson’s cousin, Flora didn’t hide her true identity when she went to save the child.
Over the years, they kept in touch, mostly with Algnia sending messages and Flora occasionally replying.
“I was in Cedarvale and wanted to see you. And once I heard about all this commotion, I had to come. It’s my first time seeing someone daring to plagiarize your work, and I had to see for myself.”
“Queen Algria! I didn’t do it! You can’t accuse me just because you’re close to Flora!”
Yvonne’s defense was weak, her voice trembling. The arrival of Queen Algra shattered her composure.
Deep down, she suspected the original work might’ve indeed been Flora’s, but admitting quilt was out of the question. It would ruin her life.
“Are you accusing me of lying?”
Queen Algria’s eyes narrowed as her hand instinctively moyed towards her waist, then she remembered where she was.
Here, drawing a weapon was against the law, so she withdrew her hand.
Having held a position of power for many years, Queen Algria’s presence was commanding, making Yvonne, who was but a young girl, pale with fear. Wonne’s body broke out in cold sweat.
“It seems I’ve arrived just in time.” A somewhat playful voice echoed.
A man walked in from the entrance, his eyes misty behind gold–rimmed glasses, reminiscent of a foggy forest at dawn. His
nearsightedness gave him a look of kindness as if he was looking passionately at everyone.
Flora’s head buzzed at the sight of him. It was as if everyone had agreed to show up at the same time.
Now, Flora was still oblivious to the uproar online.
Seeing Louie, Queen Algria raised an eyebrow. She was somewhat acquainted with him.
She had organized many fashion design contests in which Louie had participated in, and she admired his style.
Howell, a bit helplessly, approached. “Mr. Louie, what brings you here?”
