Accused, Amelia Wright did not rebut nor ask Lawyer Ford to defend her, continuing to watch like a spectator. Were this not a courtroom, the audience might have been unable to resist the urge to whisper and point fingers. After Oliver Wright’s lawyer finished stating all the accusations, Cloudglow’s lawyer stood up to speak, "It seems there’s a misunderstanding here, today’s trial isn’t about arguing whose art style resembles whose, it’s about Cloudglow suing the Wright family for plagiarism..." Opposing counsel immediately interrupted, "Our side provided evidence to prove the ownership of the artwork, as both companies signed production orders nearly simultaneously. Who exactly plagiarized whom?" Cloudglow’s lawyer smiled gently and said, "Interrupting others is impolite, lawyer. Moreover, who said both our companies signed production orders at the same time? I seem to have forgotten to mention that Cloudglow signed this batch of orders three months ago." The courtroom fell silent for a moment. Three months ago, the Wright family’s custom style was completely different from it is now. If there were such great design drafts then, they would have been presented a long time ago. The most crucial part is that yesterday, before the camera, Oliver Wright claimed Amelia Wright’s draft was taken without permission on Ava Wright’s wedding day. Oliver Wright’s smile froze on his face; three months ago, Amelia Wright had just joined Cloudglow, using Fiona Morgan’s order to make him suffer a major setback. Previously uncertain, Oliver Wright now realized that Amelia Wright had plotted against him. She had set the trap three months ago, deliberately letting him steal those design drafts! Cloudglow’s lawyer, still smiling, said, "The evidence you just provided, that original draft, will show upon inspection that each design typically has a date marked on it." The judge flipped through the pages, then sternly remarked, "The dates on the drawings are from last month." You’re arguing over the art style issue. The date of signature for these jewelry orders precedes the creation date of your original draft. Who exactly copied whom is blatantly clear. Oliver Wright, disregarding the fact that this was a courtroom, shouted, "No, I lied earlier; these design sketches weren’t drawn by Ava. In fact, they were done by Amelia Wright! She gave them to me! Amelia previously also handed me these design drafts, this time she is deliberately framing me." Amelia Wright, seated in the gallery, spoke gloomily, "Did you not just say that Ava Wright drew these? I’m the design director at Cloudglow and have severed my ties with the Wright family; why would I be drawing design drafts for them?" The judge banged the gavel, "Order!" Whatever Oliver Wright wanted to say, he swallowed it back forcefully. Cloudglow’s lawyer continued speaking. "Recently, Cloudglow set a new policy. Each piece of jewelry from Cloudglow has a design patent, and any plagiarism will be prosecuted!" "I request the Wright family stop profiting from acts of plagiarism, cease selling jewelry identical to Cloudglow’s, and compensate Cloudglow for reputational damages to the tune of ten million!" "Ten million isn’t much. It’s merely a lesson, others’ property remains theirs and if stolen, it won’t ever belong to you!" The lawyer hired by Amelia Wright had no issues with eloquence. With the advantage clearly on their side, they pursued a course that would financially ruin the Wright family. Ten million certainly isn’t a lot. But the key point was to cease sales, as the Wright family would also need to refund all profits previously earned, along with substantial penalty fees for breach of contract. With incontrovertible evidence from Cloudglow, the judge immediately delivered the verdict. Following the judge’s verdict, Oliver Wright’s face turned ashen. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 It’s over, the company he painstakingly built for decades is finished. He had set many goals for himself, aiming to develop Wright Corporation into something, hoping to leave a substantial legacy for the son he had hidden away. Never did he imagine he would fall at the hands of a foster daughter raised by the Wright family. The foster daughter he viewed as a pawn. Even when he started to recognize Amelia Wright’s scheming and took her seriously, it turned out to not be enough. She actually had the ability to bring down the Wright family. The judge declared, "Court adjourned!" Everyone rose and started to exit. Outside the courtroom, reporters flocked in. "The court has concluded that the Wright family committed plagiarism. Mr. Wright, do you have anything to say?" "Initially, the Wright family was accused of mistreating their foster daughter. With such blatant theft and use of her design drafts, did the Wright family really mistreat the foster daughter?" "In a circle that does not tolerate plagiarism, how will Wright Corporation handle this?" Once eloquent in front of the cameras, Oliver Wright was silent this time. With a pallid face, gritted teeth, and saying nothing. Seeing Oliver Wright unresponsive, the reporters turned their microphones towards Amelia Wright. "Miss Wright, how do you view this act of plagiarism?" Facing the camera, Amelia Wright replied coldly, "I hope those who plagiarize will leave the industry!" The reporters did not expect Amelia Wright, previously silent, to speak so sharply. They turned to ask Oliver Wright, "The victim hopes the plagiarizer will leave the industry, Mr. Wright, do you intend to exit?" Oliver Wright glared fiercely at Amelia Wright, not replying to the reporters. Leaning in close to her, he whispered, "Do you think you’ve won? You’re trying to force me to my death! I will ensure you never find your biological parents!" Amelia Wright found this amusing, using this to threaten her? She thought perhaps she should tell Oliver Wright that she has already found her parents. After speaking, Oliver Wright pushed past the reporters and swiftly left. A reporter was shoved, almost dropping the camera, cursed under breath, planning to make a disparaging note of Oliver Wright in the upcoming news story. As reporters attempted to continue questioning Amelia Wright, Hailey Smith, who was waiting at the courthouse entrance, had already pushed through. "Please make way, make way! My lady has a heart condition, if you crowd and cause an episode, you’ll be held responsible." "Ow! Who stepped on my foot! If you don’t clear a path, I’ll lie down right here, see if I don’t!" Hailey Smith, thick-skinned as he was, had decided he would protect Amelia no matter what, and these people were unable to stop him. After all, nobody wanted to truly be accused of wrongdoing. Basil Smith hadn’t come; Basil has been residing in the old neighborhood, rarely going out. His presence might cause trouble for the Young Madam, and no one would believe he left the Imperial Garden; the Shaw family wouldn’t believe it either. Hailey Smith drove Amelia Wright back to the old neighborhood. On a small path outside the old neighborhood, a figure suddenly dashed out, causing Hailey Smith to brake sharply, nearly hitting them. Hailey Smith stuck his head out the window, cursing, "If you want to die do it far away, don’t scare people on the road, are you out of your mind..." Outside the car, Edward Allen apologized, "It’s me, sorry!" Hailey Smith wasn’t buying Edward Allen’s apology; even upon realizing who it was, he wanted to continue cursing, "Damn you..." From the back seat of the car, a cold voice ordered Hailey Smith to be silent. After falling silent, he pursed his lips, knowing full well the Young Madam had a soft spot for Edward Allen. Even when Edward Allen was clearly at fault, running recklessly like that on the road, what if he accidentally got hit? And yet, he couldn’t even say a word. Edward Allen glanced in a direction, where his parents were secretly trying to catch a glimpse of his sister at the moment.