How could they let both of her bosses take all the heat for her?
Named and singled out, Liang Xiaoyue's face went pale; she wanted to slip away in the chaos.
The coal tycoon waved his big hand. "So it's her, huh? Don't you move. Get over here and make yourself clear!"
The bodyguards he brought, sharp-eyed as they were, dragged Liang Xiaoyue over.
"Xiaoyue, the piece you created has over ninety percent similarity to a certain foreign artist's work. What do you have to say for yourself?" Lin Qinqin asked.
"I…" Liang Xiaoyue stammered; she hadn't expected things to blow up like this.
Creation needs inspiration. Her inspiration had run dry, and the gallery just happened to be hosting an exhibition; she had to come up with a decent piece.
So she started having crooked thoughts.
The moment the painting was sold, she was both thrilled and on edge.
Thrilled because she finally had a sizeable income, and worried that the plagiarism would be exposed.
