Feel the Way You Feel, My Love novel Chapter 72

It really was her design!

Plagiarized down to the very last detail.

“How does it look, Nat? Could you confirm anything?” Joyce badgered her over the phone.

Returning to her senses, Natalie turned to check the designer’s signature at the lower right corner of the design. She went livid when she saw Jasmine’s watermark. She picked up the phone again and held it to her ear, her words as cold as ice as she scowled, “Yes, confirmed. It’s definitely her!”

She had always known that Jasmine was a repeated plagiarist, but she never thought that one day, she would fall victim to that woman’s crime. The piece of work, which Jasmine copied off her, had been assigned to her by her mentor a year ago, with the theme being autumn.

Back then, she had designed about twenty pieces. Her mentor only fancied eight of them, deeming the rest to be behind the times. He had told her to discard them, but she couldn’t bear to discard her hard work. So, Natalie registered a secret account on a social media website for the sole purpose of honoring her designs, which she uploaded as a memento.

She did not expect Jasmine to discover her creations!

“Alright, Nat. We have proof that she copied off you. Let’s expose her to the competition organizer!” Joyce exclaimed angrily with her fist clenched.

Natalie bit her lower lip, “No, we can’t!”

“Why not?” Joyce was confused.

Natalie took a breath in. “Because Jasmine plagiarized Mina’s work, not mine. I’ve promised my mentor that I would not come out as Mina before I could make a name for myself in the local art scene!”

“So we’re going to let Jasmine go, just like that?” Joyce pronounced indignantly.

Natalie scoffed, “Do you think I’d do that? The only things I cannot tolerate at all in my life are theft and plagiarism. Since Jasmine dared to commit these crimes, I’ll certainly not let her go so easily. She likes copying, doesn’t she? Then she can do it to her heart’s content!”

“Nat, do you mean…” Joyce began, her eyes glinting with excitement.

The corners of Natalie’s lips curled slightly upwards as she smirked, “It’s exactly what you’re thinking.”