The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 151

Even now, Naomi still refused to admit she’d plagiarized someone else’s work.

In her mind, it wasn’t plagiarism at all—she’d paid for the design, just as Cheryl had paid for hers. If buying a design was a crime, then who could truly claim innocence?

Lindsay didn’t bother to argue. She treated Naomi like she was delusional, taking a long sip of coffee to steady her nerves.

“You all heard that, right?” Cheryl turned to her team of lawyers. “I want to add defamation to the lawsuit.” This time, she was determined—she wouldn’t stop until Naomi was finished.

The lawyers quietly made notes.

Just then, the manager walked in and, seeing the crowd filling the office, looked completely bewildered. It was clear he had no idea what was going on.

But he recognized Cheryl—Cheryl Green, the Green heiress and a heavyweight in the fashion world. Who didn’t know her?

“Ms. Green, is everything all right?” He glanced at the team of lawyers by her side, choosing his words very carefully.

Before Cheryl could speak, Naomi jumped in as if getting her version out first would make it true. “Manager, perfect timing. I’m being slandered! They’re accusing me of stealing Cheryl’s designs and causing a scene. There are security cameras in the office, and I reserve the right to take legal action against anyone involved.”

Cheryl couldn’t help but laugh at that. She genuinely couldn’t understand where a plagiarist found such confidence—threatening to sue her, of all people. Was Naomi out of her mind?

Cheryl had designed that piece years ago. She had a habit of taking extra precautions—every design was created under surveillance, and she’d record her inspiration behind each one.

When the evidence surfaced, Naomi’s strength drained away. She turned ghostly pale, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, hands trembling uncontrollably.

All she could see in her mind was the irrefutable proof Cheryl had just shown. How could this be? Wasn’t this design by Daisy? Daisy had claimed that all of Cheryl’s work was actually hers, and that she was the real genius behind the scenes.

Naomi had believed her, even paid a fortune for the design. She thought this would be her ticket into the inner circle of fashion, her chance to make a name for herself. Instead, it had destroyed her, dragging her straight to rock bottom.

She tried desperately to steady herself, forcing her shaking legs to stand. Even now, she refused to give in. “No, this so-called evidence is AI-generated. There’s no way my design is actually Cheryl’s.”