Chapter 117: Shannon Everett Steals Kian’s Work

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Shannon Everett Steals Kian’s Work

"What, he can call you that, but I can’t?"

Sienna Everett’s mind went blank at his words. ’Who can call me what?’

A spark of realization hit her. ’Could Julian be talking about Evan Shelby?’

Sienna Everett finally understood. She immediately grabbed her phone to check online, and sure enough, a video of her and Evan Shelby shopping in the store had been secretly recorded by a clerk.

And of all the rotten luck, the part where Evan Shelby called her "dear" was also on tape!

Sienna Everett was at a loss for words.

She put down her phone, feeling utterly drained. When she looked up, her eyes met Julian Forrester’s emotionless gaze.

A vein throbbed in Sienna Everett’s temple. She felt like a cheating husband caught by his wife, and a wave of guilt washed over her. A cheater’s classic line slipped out: "Listen to me! This is all a misunderstanding!"

Julian Forrester: "...Explain."

’I thought he’d say, "I’m not listening, I’m not listening."’

She quickly cleared her throat and explained, "That’s just how Evan Shelby talks. When he says ’dear,’ it’s like calling someone by their name. It doesn’t mean anything else!"

Julian Forrester asked, seemingly casually, "Are you two close?"

Sienna Everett felt like she was being interrogated. Not daring to hide anything, she nodded. "We get along pretty well. I’ve known him for a long time, after all."

The moment she finished speaking, Julian Forrester’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and deep. "Then what about you and me?"

"Of course, my relationship with you is..." Sienna Everett trailed off, stopping mid-sentence.

"Is what, hmm?" The man’s expression turned a bit chilly, carrying an unprovoked hint of danger.

Sienna Everett thought about it carefully. Her relationship with Julian Forrester was truly complex and subtle, difficult to describe with words.

If she had to put it into words...

Sienna Everett pursed her lips and looked at Julian Forrester with an expression of profound affection. "Our relationship is... if you fell into a river, I’d be the first to jump in, save you, and give you CPR."

Julian Forrester froze at her words, a searing heat rising in the depths of his dark eyes.

But in the next second, Sienna Everett’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes crinkling. "But I know Julian has known how to swim since he was a kid, so you don’t need my rescue, hmm?"

Julian Forrester: "..."

Julian Forrester was so exasperated he laughed.

After she spoke, Sienna Everett excitedly pulled a small, square, dark blue box from her pocket.

Inside the box were the cufflinks she had bought.

Sienna Everett grabbed Julian Forrester’s hand and pressed the box into his palm. "A little something for you."

With that, she ran off to the side to get a drink of water.

Julian Forrester raised an eyebrow in surprise. He opened the lid to find a pair of Obsidian cufflinks lying quietly inside.

After a few seconds, the man let out a low laugh. He looked over at Sienna Everett, who was drinking water, and his lazy tone slowly trickled into her ears, making her heart burn. "Thanks for the gift, wifey."

Sienna Everett, who was in the middle of drinking water, nearly choked.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly. "If Sienna were to choke, I’d be the first to give you CPR."

Sienna Everett: "..."

’He’s doing this on purpose!’

’Definitely on purpose!’

...

Recently, the Everett Family’s fashion brand suddenly released several popular new haute couture pieces, and its popularity soared.

「At the villa.」

Sienna Everett was sitting on the sofa, with Evan Shelby across from her.

Evan Shelby was studying The Everett Group’s new clothing line on a tablet. As he swiped through the photos one by one, he couldn’t help but frown. "Strange, why do the design styles of these clothes look so much like yours?"

Sienna Everett, who was eating cherries, looked up at his words.

After getting a clear look at the clothing styles, Sienna Everett’s gaze faltered for a moment, and a mocking curve formed on her red lips. "Because I designed them."

"I knew it! I said it looked like your design style!" Evan Shelby clicked his tongue. "So how does the Everett Family have the nerve to say these new pieces were designed by Shannon Everett?"

"And there’s this interview where Shannon Everett says she couldn’t bear to watch the family business struggle. She claims that since she’d taught herself fashion design, she picked up a pen, pulled some all-nighters to create a few new pieces, and was surprised they were so well-received."

Sienna Everett wiped her slender, pale fingers with a tissue, her expression cold. "Two years ago, when I was still with the Everett Family, I drew over a dozen design sketches. I forgot to take them with me when I left."

After all, to her, creating such sketches was effortless, so she never considered them particularly important and forgot to take them when she left the Everett Family.

Evan Shelby put two and two together and understood immediately. "So Shannon Everett secretly stole your work and passed off your designs as her own? That’s shameless!"

People online have already started hailing Shannon Everett as a talented woman with a gift for design. Turns out, it was all stolen from Kian.

As Evan Shelby was speaking, his phone suddenly rang.

After taking the call, Evan Shelby looked at Sienna Everett across from him and said, "A while ago, the association delisted the Everett Family’s fashion brand. Since then, they haven’t been eligible to participate in major design competitions. There’s a design conference in a few days, and Mason Everett wants to apply to attend. As the president of the association, will you approve it?"

Before Sienna Everett could answer, Evan Shelby said with a look of disgust, "Why would you let thieves like them participate? Just kick them out!"

Sienna Everett glanced at him and chuckled lightly. "Why not let them participate? We’ll let them."

Evan Shelby was completely bewildered. He was about to ask why when he suddenly remembered. "I know! You have a habit when you design clothes—you leave your signature ’Kian’ mark on them. You can use that to expose Shannon Everett and Mason Everett for the thieves they are! Nail them to the pillar of shame! Right?"

Sienna Everett raised an eyebrow languidly. "Not bad. You’re finally being smart for once."

Evan Shelby huffed out a laugh. "Honey, I’m always smart, okay?"

...

「In the blink of an eye, the day of the design conference arrived.」