Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro)
Chapter 104 A wishful deed

VICTORIA'S POV...

"What!?"

"What is wrong with this woman!?"

"Has she gone crazy!?"

"She is the one who designed it and now faking it! Who allowed her in!"

Lots of murmurs started around.

"Miss Edwards, please come to the point. What are you trying to say?" The host asked.

I only smiled. "I have said it already. This is not my design. My design has been replaced with this."

The look on the host's face seemed like he was about to roll his eyes at me but stopped himself at the right moment, holding his professionalism.

"Miss Edwards, there is no way, it can happen." He denied it straight away.

I chuckled. "Well, it happened, sir."

"Then where is your design?" He asked in a slightly mocking tone. Still holding his composer.

I turned my head to my design and the two people standing there were tensed suddenly. I walked toward them and stood in front of Carla with a smile.

"So, Miss Carla Davies, please allow me." Saying, I hold her hand and pulled her along with me.

"Wh... where are you taking my design!?" The useless designer tried to stop but my one hard glare was enough to stop.

I watched gulp and satisfied, I pulled Carol beside her twin sister.

"Here, this is my design. 'Vast Eye'."

The whole audience gasped and even the host. Murmurs started again. And this time with more hatred.

"Miss Edwards, sometimes, you should know your limits even if you have money." The host tried to be polite but the anger was visible in his tone.

"Oh, I am polite much." I smiled at him again. "This is my design." I turned to Alessandro and both he and Sage now standing close to the stage, looking up at me in concern. They are shocked and somewhat guessing what's happening.

I smiled and gestured to them with my eyes to relax and Aless nodded.

"Is she crazy?"

"How come a noble lady like her be so low?!" I heard murmurs, and then I heard the most expected tone.

"You are always desperate, Victoria. Don't make a laugh of yourself! For God's sake, appreciate that man's talent for once!" Camilla said from the audience, gaining attention.

"Oh, so you are saying, this is not your conspiracy?" I arched my brow at her.

Camilla's lips parted and her eyes widened as if she doesn't know what I am saying!

Jordan protectively came forward to defend her, "Shut up! I always knew you are such a low grade! Stealing others' design!"

"Do you have any proof that I steal your design?" I arched my brow and the audience scoffed.

"Miss Edwards, do you have any proof to support your words?" I heard the host and smiled.

"Of course, I do. Or else, would I be doing this in the middle of the stage?" I raised my brow at her, as his eyes widened in surprise.

He blinked, turning confused.

"Shut up! Victoria, stop your acts!" Camilla shouted but I didn't even bother to glance at her and then turned to Carol.

Once our gaze met, she lowered her gaze and I could feel the guilt washing her over.

I walked toward her and slowly unhooked the chain from her neck. Honestly, I am not angry, but disgusted about their ridiculous and childish move.

I hold the pendant in hand and then slightly slid the very middle stone a little upward. It is placed technically, so I could fit a little something inside it. And there it is. My signature logo of V.E.

This is so technically placed that if you don't know, you can never replace this out. And this is something only I knew. A little trick learned from the great Jackson D.

When I used to accompany him in childhood, I watched him do this. Printing his signature in a part where he only knows the existence of it. He always said,

'This world is so cruel, little doll. And this creative world is on the highest record for Stealing. Never let out your creation without a touch of yours, or you could lose it.'

I never forget those words and in my every design, I have left my mark on them. It never came to the point of showing, unless today. And I am glad that Jackson D taught me this.

I hold it before the host. "Can you see the logo in it? I am sure, you already know this logo of mine." I smiled at him.

The whole hall turned pin-drop silent. The look on the host's face was something to enjoy, yet I wasn't in the mood for it.

My eyes found my husband as I send him a wink. He blinked, totally stunned.

Smiling, I turned to the host again. He is examining the logo and some technical people from inside and the CEO walked onto the stage.

All of them examined it and then the CEO himself took the microphone in his hand and said,

"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the inconvenience. The faculty did mess up and we certainly apologise for this." He turned to me then and slightly bowed a little. "Really sorry for the hassle Miss Edwards." I smiled again shaking my head.

"Is this your fault? Or, a wishful deed, sir?" I raised my brow, silencing him.

"Look, I don't have much complaint but I do need justice." I turned to the designer guy, whose face is pale white.

"He knew this is not his design, still he did not come forward to accept but all of them blamed me for being ridiculous? Do you think, I will accept it?"

"Of course, not. We won't accept it." I heard a deep male tone and turned to see Aless walking up to the stage.

He walked beside me, holding my hand tightly, "This needs to end here with proper justice. We want the real culprits in front of the audience and their punishment." He demanded with his domineering tone.