Love Unbreakable

Chapter 395 An Incredible Mother The man following Raegan made his way toward the hotel but was intercepted before entering.

The security guard regarded the man with a slight frown. "I'm sorry, sir, but unless you're a guest of the hotel, entry is not permitted." It wasn't that the security guard took pleasure in demeaning others. It was simply that this man was markedly disheveled. Clad in what was once a white T-shirt now transformed into a stiff, dark hue due to neglect, emitting a pungent odor from a distance.

His face was obscured by a long, unkempt beard, clumps of ice melded within, resembling a cake-like texture.

His fingernails coated with grimy

residue, scarcely a clean spot discernible. This man bore the visage of a homeless individual who had traversed many a weary road.

Challenged by the security guard, the man countered, "Who says I'm not a guest? I am!" The security guard replied, "If that's the case, please provide your name and ID number, and I'll verify it for you." "I'm Brent Hayes, and my niece just entered. Let me go find her," he asserted.

Ever since Brent swindled money from the villagers, he fled abroad the following day, only to recklessly squander three million in less than a day.

That three million hadn't come easily, yet now, he found himself penniless.

In a moment of desperation, Brent resorted to theft, snatching someone's money meant for exchange and fleeing.

The venue's security guards, a formidable bunch, were relentless in their pursuit, ensuring Brent didn’ escape without consequence.

Upon capture, given Brent's prior lavish spending of three million, the venue's boss opted for a brutal punishment, severing three of Brent's fingers as retribution.

Forced to sign an IOU and work off his debt at the venue, Brent faced regular beatings if his performance fell short.

Enduring nearly three years of inhumane treatment, Brent seized an opportunity to escape when the boss let his guard down.

After his escape, Brent found

employment on a fishing boat, where he toiled for a year before returning to homeland.

Initially intending to seek assistance from his mother, Brent was devastated to discover she had passed away, leaving him with no support Furthermore, his only niece was nowhere to be found, leaving Brent to navigate his tumultuous circumstances alone.

Not daring to linger in the village due to his previous wrongdoings, Brent sought refuge in Ardlens, disguising himself by neglecting personal hygiene and adopting a beggar's guise.

It was at the entrance of a hotel that Brent unexpectedly caught sight of his long-lost niece, Raegan.

Assessing Raegan's and Stefan's attire and demeanor, it was evident they belonged to the affluent class.

Rubbing his maimed palms together, Brent felt a surge of hope, believing he might finally obtain some financial assistance.

However, his hopes were dashed as he was promptly halted at the entrance.

Despite his fervent pleas, the security guard remained resolute, refusing to grant Brent entry. "Sir, please refrain from causing further disruption.

Neither your name nor that of your niece is on our guest list." Brent had provided the name Raegan Hayes, oblivious to the fact that Raegan had recently changed her surname to Foster.

Reacting with aggression at the entrance, Brent was promptly escorted to the roadside by the security guard, who issued a stern warning of police involvement should he attempt to return

At that precise moment, Raegan's clarification press conference was being broadcast on TV.

Raegan introduced herself as the head of Crescent Studio, identifying herself as Raegan Foster.

Observing this, Brent muttered curses at the roadside, "Damn it! The bitch becomes wealthy and forsakes me, even going as far as changing her surname!" Ranting fervently by the roadside, he awaited Raegan's emergence.

Right then, a gleaming silver luxury car was stationed nearby. Katie was here to observe Raegan's embarrassment caused by her arrangement.

Eavesdropping on Brent's utterances, Katie grasped he appeared to have a connection to Raegan. However, it was evident he harbored nefarious

intentions.

With a subtle smirk, Katie directed Abel, "Assist him in entering." During the press conference at the hotel, the inquiries posed by journalists were notably incisive.

"Miss Foster, as this marks your inaugural prominent engagement with Arthen Entertainment, how do you intend to rectify this substantial blunder?" "Given your distinction as a top graduate of Astraea University in Swynborough, does your academic thesis also entail instances of plagiarism?" "How do you address the online characterization of Crescent as a mere 'tailor shop,’ with assertions circulating that you're merely

amalgamating others’ work to pass it off as your own?" Raegan simply listened. Then, she offered a deep bow to the audience.

"Firstly, I extend my sincerest gratitude to all of you for attending this press conference. 1 assure you that every finalized creation from Crescent bears my personal design. I have never delegated this responsibility, thus eliminating any possibility of plagiarism." Raegan's countenance remained transparent and sincere, her response devoid of any trace of animosity, significantly altering numerous individuals' perceptions.

Subsequently, Raegan proceeded to showcase her original designs, accompanied by timestamps denoting their creation

"This 'Heritage' series originates from the early stages of my design exploration. I am grateful to Mr.

Franzier of Arthen Entertainment for granting me the opportunity to boldly unveil the 'Heritage' series at the mid- year gala. Regarding the alleged similarities to Dream Studio's designs..." Before Raegan could conclude, a woman wearing a hat and sunglasses hastily made her way to the front row, exclaiming, "Do not deny it! You have plagiarized, and I possess evidence!" Elin attempted to advance, but Raegan restrained her.

With a steely glint in her eyes, Raegan inquired, "What evidence do you possess?" The woman, exuding arrogance, asserted, "I'm an employee of Dream Studio. Your team clandestinely

approached us, offering to purchase that dress at any cost. Isn't that an attempt to destroy evidence?" \ The woman proceeded to exhibit a video depicting Elin negotiating with Dream Studio's employee under Raegan's instruction and presented printed transaction records on oversized paper, ready for journalists to capture.

Instantly, the journalists erupted with a barrage of questions.

"Miss Foster, is this allegation accurate?" "Why pay five times the original price Jr J Oo for an antiquated design? Was it to conceal evidence?" "Miss Foster..." Journalists from different outlets asked their questions

There was a sense among everyone present that a sudden change in the situation was imminent.

Under the intense scrutiny, Raegan remained composed as she replied, "Yes, I did arrange for the purchase of the dress, but not to destroy evidence." "So, are we supposed to believe you just because you say it wasn't for that?" The woman's intentions to stir up trouble were evident. With a triumphant air, she exclaimed, "If it wasn't for destroying evidence, then show us the dress!" An electric shock rippled through the room! Raegan's gaze softened slightly.

Assuming Raegan had no reply, the woman raised her voice. "Has it been destroyed, making it impossible to display? Quit resisting. Just confess to

plagiarism..." Before the woman could finish her accusation, Elin swiftly pushed a display case onto the stage.

And there it was, the dress, revealed for all to see.

The woman's demeanor shifted instantly, but she promptly yelled, "You didn't destroy it, which is just as well.

Everyone, observe this craftsmanship, this embroidery. Isn't it precisely the same as the gala dress?" Raegan calmly responded, "The gala dress isn't present. How can everyone make a comparison?" With a gesture, she brought the gala dress onto the stage.

Placing them side by side facilitated a more direct comparison. Indeed, they were identical.

The previously noisy scene abruptly

fell silent. It was the first instance of someone presenting evidence against themselves. { Smugly, the woman remarked, "It's obvious to everyone. How will you explain this? It appears not only did you plagiarize the dress, but your degree might be counterfeit too!" Raegan's expression remained steady as she calmly admitted, "I concede that the dresses are identical. However, it's common knowledge that this old design belongs to the esteemed designer Casey Hayes." The woman sneered, "Despicable of you, attempting to plagiarize the work of a retired designer and thinking you could get away with it..." Raegan was irritated by the woman's noise, particularly her mention of Casey. She icily interjected, "Casey Hayes is my mother."

Everyone was stunned. Casey was a renowned designer, celebrated both domestically and internationally.

Raegan had such an incredible mother!