Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: You Are A Plagiarist

The next day, Natalie arrived at her office. The moment she stepped out of the car, reporters swarmed around her. John immediately positioned himself beside her, his cold and menacing gaze warning the crowd to keep their distance.

The reporters, sensing the tension, maintained a safe space but bombarded her with questions as if she had committed a crime.

"Ms. Natalie, is it true that you created the perfume for the new company and made Victor the face of it? What are you trying to accomplish?"

"This new perfume of yours is called Spark of True Love. Are you qualified to name it that when you have no connection to true love and are known to betray your lover?"

"Ms. Natalie, where did you steal this perfume formula from this time? Was it your sister’s, or someone else’s?"

"As a plagiarist, why should we trust you to sell anything?"

"Are you using Victor’s image to sideline your scandal of plagiarism in the past and make people believe in you?"

"Just because it’s Victor who is representing this perfume, do you believe no one would question your credibility?"

"Even though you’re a model for the official photoshoot, what makes you think you deserve to be the face of it? Aren’t you worried about enraging Victor’s fans and cause yourself a loss?’

"Do you think you’re better than professional models now that so many rich men seem to be chasing after you?"

"Who’s giving you this confidence? Which rich man—or should we say men—are you pleasing these days to gain support?"

"Is your husband okay with your behaviour?"

Despite the barrage of questions, Natalie remained calm, her expression unbothered. Meanwhile, John, though seething with anger, restrained himself, having been ordered not to intervene unless Natalie was in physical danger.

"Ms. Natalie, we’re waiting for your answers," a reporter pressed as they finally quieted down.

Natalie looked at him with a composed gaze, as if all their ridiculous questions were insignificant. "Do you think I have ten mouths to answer all of you at once? Instead of rushing at me like starving dogs, as if I’m running away, try being civil and ask one at a time."

The reporters were taken aback by her calm yet sharp response. She wasn’t wrong, after all.

"Well?" she asked, scanning the crowd before pointing to one reporter. "You. Ask your question."

Her response clearly got them. She was clearly not afraid of being questioned. but instead proved all of them a nuisance.

The reporter regained his composure and repeated his question, "Ms. Natalie, you’ve been accused of plagiarism in the past. How can we be sure that this product is yours and not stolen from someone else?"

"Then let me tell you what you don’t know," Natalie said, her eyes icy, the bitter memories of the past still fresh. "What if she was the one who plagiarized my formulas and declared herself as Aroma?" She turned to the camera, her gaze unwavering. "If Briena Ford is truly Aroma, the young perfume prodigy, why hasn’t she created any new perfumes all these years? Was it because I wasn’t by her side to steal from? Aroma was known for her dedicated love towards perfume creation, constantly creating new fragrances, so why did this so-called prodigy suddenly stop?"

The reporters buzzed with questions, but one shouted above the rest, "Ms. Natalie, are you claiming you are Aroma, and that your sister plagiarized your perfume formulas?"

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "If it’s so easy to sue someone for speaking their mind, then perhaps I should sue all of you first for asking baseless questions and accusing me without proof, suggesting to the world that I’m ’pleasing rich men.’ What proof do you have to support those claims?"