After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 1000 Facing Satire

Chapter 1000 Facing Satire

Phantom stood in front of Besse, looking at her. Besse was looking back at her too. Phantom had never met Besse before, except for seeing her on the news and TV. But this woman was even more beautiful than those she saw on TV. It was hard not to be jealous of a designer who could look better than a model.

"Are you Besse?" Phantom asked directly.

Besse didn't seem ashamed when she saw Phantom. Before meeting with Phantom today, she felt guilty about the plagiarism incident and thought that she owed something to Phantom since she used someone else's original work without permission. Especially since the "Angel" series had been selling like hotcakes, she always thought about how to compensate for it.

But as she faced it, whether it was because of something that Phantom said or because of a confidence that suddenly arose within her, it seemed like this plagiarism incident wasn't as simple as it appeared on the surface and instead made her feel righteous.

"Yes," She answered confidently.

"What are you doing here?" Phantom asked her incredulously. She never expected this woman to have such audacity to come here and provoke her. Nor did the journalists.

Did she think everyone would be afraid of her because she was an internationally renowned designer?

Phantom did feel scared before though; when replaceing out that Besse's "Angel" series looked exactly like one of hers from before but didn't dare say anything, in case there were no benefits from doing so or worse yet getting blacklisted by others in the industry due to speaking out against someone more successful than herself. However, to capitalize on its popularity, she posted an article on Twitter, where people shared comments millions of times over. And that led to a situation where journalists came clawing down her door. She had never faced this before nor knew how best to answer them.

It wasn't until someone powerful offered to help, saying they'd give her the fame she wanted along with a large sum if she accused Besse of being responsible for all this mess, using her victim status against Besse. She couldn't resist the temptation and agreed without hesitation. With all these years when she was a nobody bullied by others in the design circle, she couldn't let go of the chance to fight back. "I came here today wanting to talk with you," Besse spoke frankly.

"Are you here to talk to me or just because I held a press conference and you had no choice but to show up?" Phantom sneered. "Otherwise, as a small designer like me, you probably wouldn't have even noticed me."

"If I didn't notice you, I wouldn't still be in Northfield." Besse retorted.

"Then why didn't you come to replace me before? Why did I have to hold a press conference for you to finally come to see me?" Phantom's tone was laced with sarcasm.

Besse looked at her fearlessly, even though she was alone. She spoke bluntly, "It's only been two days since the plagiarism incident happened. Do you think that I'm capable of handling everything right away? And now that you have held this press conference so eagerly, it makes me wonder if you're using my reputation to promote yourself."

"You're talking nonsense!" Phantom was getting angry and embarrassed. "I don't need your help promoting myself!"

"Then why didn't you contact me first, Miss Phantom? As someone unfamiliar with Northfield, it took some time for me to get used to things here. But instead of reaching out and trying to solve this issue privately as an actual local would do, why did you choose such an extreme way?"

"I'm just fighting for my rights!" Phantom emphasized each word.

"So then it never occurred to you that we could solve this privately?" Besse summarized the situation.

Phantom was left speechless by her words.

"If solving things privately wasn't on your mind from the beginning then what good would come here do? We're still in the same position as before." Besse added sarcastically. Phantom couldn't say anything in response; her words were insincere and hollow-sounding now.

"Besse! This plagiarism is your fault! You copied my work! What gives you the right come question me?! Just because you are an internationally known designer while I am just a small-time one? Is that how it works? No matter who's right or wrong, should you always be above me?!" Phantom pulled herself back into victim mode again.

"So then because you don't want to be seen as small-time anymore, that's why you chose this way," Besse said coldly.

Phantom turned red-faced; her voice became sharp, "Besse! Is this how we're supposed to resolve things? You plagiarized my work without any remorse whatsoever and yet here you are ridiculing me. Don't tell me you don't think what you're doing is disgusting."

"The reason for my attitude is also due to Miss Phantom's current attitude towards me. Since you have never thought about resolving this matter properly and insist on seeking justice through legal procedures, I will of course respect your decision and see you in court." Besse said each word clearly without any fear.

She had nothing else to argue with Phantom since solving this matter privately had never been Phantom's part of thinking.

Besse turned around and was about to leave.

"Stop!" Phantom called out to her.

Besse paused in her steps.

"Even if it's through legal procedures, shouldn't you apologize first?" Phantom was infuriated.

Besse smiled and said, "Let's wait for the court to convict me before we talk about it."

"Besse!" Phantom stared at her fiercely. "I didn't intend to be so extreme, after all, we are both designers. I am well aware of the consequences that designers face when they are stained with bad behaviour. It was you who forced me and left me no choice but to show no mercy towards you."

"You have the nerve to use that term?" Besse turned to face her and continued, "That's your way. You do realize things like that that make people think you're hypocritical?"

Phantom was completely provoked by Besse and couldn't control herself. She stepped forward and raise her hand to hit Besse's perfect face.

However, at that moment, someone grasped her wrist with great force.

Oscar's bodyguard kept Besse behind him and stopped Phantom.

Phantom glared fiercely at the man in front of her. Besse was a little surprised since she hadn't found anyone following her just now. If memory served right, this guy was Oscar's bodyguard. But just now, she had fought with Oscar.