Chapter 534: Boycott the Yeats Family!

Chapter 534: Chapter 534: Boycott the Yeats Family!

The entire hall fell silent.

What... what was Ms. Foster saying? Shouldn’t she be reprimanding Estelle Lockwood, scolding her for having the sheer audacity to impersonate Ember? Yet, the ones Ms. Foster was looking at with utter disdain were the members of the Yeats family, accusing them of lying through their teeth...

Wait! Ms. Foster hadn’t refuted Estelle’s identity! And Estelle had said...

"My apologies for the embarrassing display." Ms. Foster walked up to Estelle with a bright smile, nodded slightly, and uttered the title: "Miss Ember."

Claire Yeats’s face abruptly turned deadly pale!

It was as if a bolt from the blue had struck her right on the head. Overwhelmed by severe dizziness, she could barely stand straight as Ms. Foster’s words kept echoing in her ears.

Miss Ember... Ember... Estelle Lockwood was Ember?! How was that possible?!

Old Mrs. Yeats’s eyes instantly widened in fury as she shrieked at the top of her lungs, "Impossible! That’s impossible!! She’s not! What gives her the right to be Ember?!"

"Why wouldn’t she be?" Ms. Foster’s gaze was full of contempt. "So it’s fine for your Claire to impersonate Ember, but the real Ember isn’t allowed to speak up for herself?"

Old Mrs. Yeats simply could not accept this. "She’s nothing but a lowly peasant! A despicable little wretch! How could she possibly be Ember?!"

"Now that’s a strange thing to say. Miss Lockwood is the legitimate eldest daughter of your Yeats family. You keep spouting the word ’peasant,’ but who exactly are you looking down on? It seems Old Mrs. Yeats harbors quite a deep grudge against the Yeats family.

"Then again, even if Miss Lockwood had nothing to do with your family, she is still an upright and honorable person. How does that make her a peasant? Could it be that in your eyes, Old Mrs. Yeats, only Claire is noble, while everyone else exists merely to serve as her foil?"

Old Mrs. Yeats’s eyes were filled with venom.

Ms. Foster sneered. "Our design competition’s judging panel has determined that Miss Lockwood is Ember, and we naturally have the evidence to prove it!"

Estelle curled her lips into a smile and used her iris scan to log into Ember’s account.

The entire venue fell dead silent.

[Oh my god, she actually logged in...]

[For these iris-secured accounts, a participant’s iris is registered at the very start of the competition to prevent anyone from having a substitute compete for them. Only the champion earns the right to possess this account.]

[So, the person who can unlock Ember’s account is the one who originally participated in the competition under the identity of Ember.]

[Everyone in the world has a unique iris pattern. There is absolutely no way someone else’s iris could unlock an account that isn’t theirs.]

[So... Estelle really is Ember...]

[My god, Estelle was Ember all along!]

[When Estelle competed three years ago, she wasn’t eliminated—she won the championship! It’s just that her identity was stolen by Claire!]

[And Claire’s fans actually claimed that Estelle was unworthy and inferior to Claire, using the excuse that she was eliminated three years ago while Claire was the champion. Well, how’s that for a slap in the face?]

[Claire stole her identity! Is there no justice in this world? Was Miss Lockwood just going to let it slide?]

[How could she do anything about it? Look at these people from the Yeats family. It’s obvious they knew Claire stole her identity, yet they still covered it up. Estelle didn’t have any backing back then. Snatch it back? Keep dreaming! That’s why she had no choice but to wait until this design competition.]

[Oh my god, my heart aches for her.]

[The Yeats family is so shameless. Monopolizing someone else’s achievements while pretending to act like ’it’s all for your own good’—how can they be so disgusting?!]

[What original works does Claire even have? They’re all plagiarized!]

[Let me tell you all something. Evan Yeats—the brother who dotes on Claire the most—was previously known as a versatile painter, but it turned out all his paintings were stolen from others! His most famous pieces were actually the posthumous works of Mr. Lockwood, Estelle’s father.]

[Evan stole Mr. Lockwood’s paintings, and Claire stole Estelle’s designs. Wow, birds of a feather truly do flock together.]

Claire was trembling all over. She could clearly hear her own teeth chattering. "You... you..."

"Miss Yeats, do you have any more questions?" Estelle asked with a smile. "Impersonating someone’s identity, plagiarizing works, bribing judges, malicious defamation—is there anything you aren’t capable of? Oh, right, and then there’s the Yeats family..."

Estelle looked straight into Zion Yeats’s shocked eyes and drawled out, "Old Mr. Yeats has repeatedly told me that I’ve been a tremendous disappointment to him. I wonder what exactly Old Mr. Yeats expects me to do so he won’t be disappointed? Must I hand over my identity and all my achievements to Claire on a silver platter?"

Zion stiffened all over. "No, no..."

"Ah! I get it now! That’s so disgusting!" a contestant in the stands exclaimed angrily. "When Old Mr. Yeats said ’you’ve disappointed me too much’ just now, he was blatantly threatening Estelle!

"Think about it, everyone. Claire impersonated Ember, but could the Yeats family really have been oblivious to whether she actually possessed any design talent?

"The Yeats family definitely knew, yet they supported her doing this! And I reckon they also knew Estelle was the real Ember, which is why they repeatedly ordered Estelle to stop making a fuss. That meant they were forbidding her from exposing the truth, demanding that she continue to be Claire’s stepping stone and sacrifice herself for Claire’s sake!"

The other contestants came to a sudden realization as well.

"No wonder. Claire’s facade was full of holes. How could she have managed to be Ember for three whole years?"

"So it was the Yeats family helping her behind the scenes... and they even deliberately suppressed and targeted the real Ember just for her sake... There’s no justice..."

"We have to boycott the Yeats family from now on! Ember is the eldest daughter of the Yeats family, yet she still couldn’t escape being sucked dry by them. She didn’t even have a place to air her grievances and had to wait until now. What happens if the Yeats family takes a liking to our work in the future?

"Would we also have to suffer in silence, hand everything over to Claire, and then be berated by her fans, humiliated by Old Mrs. Yeats, and threatened by Old Mr. Yeats?

"For my own sake and for everyone else’s, I am boycotting everything related to the Yeats family!"

"Me too!"

"The Yeats family has gone too far! I’m boycotting them as well!"

[Exactly!! One person’s power might be small, but we can unite!]

[Impersonation, monopolization, plagiarism, threats, the victim having nowhere to seek justice while the Yeats family sits high and mighty... What would you do if this happened to you? That’s why boycotting the Yeats family and ensuring they can no longer harm others is the best course of action!]

Meanwhile, under Nathaniel Sloan’s arrangements, trending topics began flooding the internet.

#Ember’s True Identity#

#Yeats Family Aided and Abetted Claire Yeats in Stealing Ember’s Identity#

#Claire Yeats Plagiarism and Theft#

#Yeats Family Cover-up#

Countless netizens clicked on the hashtags. Upon learning what had transpired, they were all filled with righteous indignation.

The Yeats family used to have such a stellar public reputation, claiming they treated Estelle with utmost sincerity. Now it was evident that it was all a scam! All a facade!

Zion desperately shook his head.

No, he had not. He truly had no idea. If he had known the truth, how could he have ever treated Estelle like this?

Estelle curled her lips into a smirk.

Right. Zion was unaware. Estelle was certain he had been kept in the dark, but so what?

Claire had impersonated Ember, but hadn’t this "Zion" also been impersonating the real Zion?