After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 150: Shane Lockwood Won’t Let Eliza Sutton Leave

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Shane Lockwood Won’t Let Eliza Sutton Leave

Hearing Saul Reynolds’s mockery, some people felt a pang of shame. They secretly agreed that he had a point.

After all, while Eliza Sutton was beautiful, it wasn’t as if there were no women more beautiful than her. The world was full of beauties as numerous as the stars in the sky. It wasn’t worth taking such a risk for just one woman.

But more people were shaking their heads.

They felt that today’s press conference, aside from denouncing the great plagiarist, might very well turn into a crash course on criminal law. And if it featured a live performance of the police arresting someone, that would be even more interesting.

And they, being right in the middle of it all, would also leave their own indelible mark.

"Ridiculous? I think it’s quite ridiculous." A voice suddenly rang out.

Pearl Lockwood arrived with great bluster, flanked by a troop of bodyguards.

Upon seeing Pearl Lockwood, everyone present subconsciously parted to form a path for her.

Pearl Lockwood walked down this path as if no one else existed. At only eighteen years old, Miss Lockwood carried herself like an imperious queen.

Erik Irvine, who had rushed over by now, immediately blocked Pearl Lockwood’s path. "Miss Lockwood,"

Pearl Lockwood glanced sideways at Erik Irvine, her posture as proud as a queen’s. "Secretary Irvine, are you trying to stop me? First, you’d better consider whether you can actually stop me in front of all these people. Second, what’s the use in stopping me now?"

As Pearl Lockwood spoke, her gaze rested on Shane Lockwood, who was standing not far away.

Her words were aimed less at Erik Irvine and more at Shane Lockwood.

After all, the person Erik Irvine answered to was Shane Lockwood.

"Secretary Irvine, let her go," Shane Lockwood said.

Although Pearl Lockwood was his sister, ’there’s no reasoning with someone determined to make a fool of themselves.’ If she was so eager to go up there and be humiliated, then so be it. ’Letting my younger sister experience a harsh dose of reality is also my duty as an older brother.’

Erik Irvine took a step back, clearing the way.

Pearl Lockwood snorted and strode forward with a haughty gait.

Brenda Preston hurried over to greet her. "Pearl, you really came."

"Of course. Since Eliza Sutton dared to use my coming-of-age ceremony to stir up trouble, there’s no way I’m letting her off the hook. Otherwise, people will think I, Pearl Lockwood, am a pushover that anyone can mess with!"

Pearl Lockwood’s gaze landed on Eliza Sutton, sharp and fierce, as if it were a blade ready to slice her in two.

Eliza Sutton looked at the aggressive Pearl Lockwood, her patience already worn thin.

’I still haven’t come to terms with Theo’s death. The only reason I even showed up at this press conference was to avoid implicating the Lockwood Group. I’m not here to be put on display like a monkey for the amusement of some pampered little miss.’

"Miss Lockwood, if you have something to say, just say it. Don’t beat around the bush. It’s tedious."

"Tedious? You won’t find it so tedious when you’re back in your old haunt," Pearl Lockwood said, her voice triumphant. "Now, why don’t you explain yourself? How does a criminal locked up in prison manage to participate in the Golden Summit Award? How did you become Innis? And since you dare to impersonate Innis so brazenly, does that mean you’ve already murdered her?"

"I need to use the big screen."

"Yes, yes, of course," the PR manager immediately went to set it up.

Eliza Sutton took out her phone, mirrored its display on the large screen, and then logged into Weibo in front of everyone.

The verified account name was, unmistakably, Innis.

Then, Eliza Sutton publicly posted a new message: I am Innis. Innis is me. And I am very much alive.

DING DONG—

Everyone following the Innis account received the notification.

Seeing the newly updated post, all their doubts, all their mutterings, got stuck in their throats.

One by one, they stared at Eliza Sutton, their mouths agape, completely stunned.

Finally, someone broke the silence, murmuring, "So Eliza Sutton, the so-called master plagiarist, really is Innis. That design of hers really wasn’t plagiarized."

"To be honest, even that design they crucified as plagiarism is a masterpiece. No one but a master designer could have created it. And masters are all incredibly proud; they would never stoop to plagiarism, nor would they have the need to."

"SLAP, SLAP, SLAP—you guys hear that? I do. That’s the sound of me eating my words."

"I hear it. I’m eating my words too."

"More than just eating our words, our faces have been slapped swollen."

"Suddenly, I feel so awkward for Miss Lockwood. She made such a grand, aggressive entrance, only to have it blow up in her face a second later. If that were me, I’d want the ground to swallow me whole."

"Am I the only one who feels bad for Eliza Sutton? She designed that coming-of-age ceremony gown for Miss Lockwood out of the goodness of her heart, wanting her to look magnificent. And what was the result? She got branded a master plagiarist. They even wanted to throw her in prison. If I were Innis, my heart would be completely shattered."

"Exactly. They didn’t even bother to get the facts straight or give her a chance to explain."

"This is impossible. Impossible."

Brenda Preston shook her head, unable to accept this reality.

She shrieked, "There must be some mistake! How could Eliza Sutton possibly be Innis! She’s absolutely not!"

Pearl Lockwood paid no attention to Brenda Preston, staring blankly at Eliza Sutton.

She couldn’t believe it either.

’Eliza Sutton was clearly a criminal with a messy private life who had used some trick to marry into the Lockwood family to ward off misfortune. How could she suddenly turn out to be the master designer, Innis?’

Saul Reynolds chuckled and said, "Well, it seems this matter is all cleared up now. Boss, here is the trophy you left with me four years ago."

Saul Reynolds presented the Golden Summit Award trophy from four years ago, handing it to Eliza Sutton.

Eliza Sutton paused for a moment before taking it. She kissed the trophy and said to Saul Reynolds, "Thank you for keeping it safe."

Saul Reynolds quickly waved his hands. "It was nothing. Your business is my business, Boss." He chuckled again and added, "From now on, I’ll have to be even more careful. Otherwise, people might keep accusing me of getting the wrong boss or secretly replacing the boss. Good heavens, I don’t know how some people’s minds work, but that line of thinking is really out there. Everyone knows Innis relies on you to stay afloat. Would I be stupid enough to swap out my boss? My brain isn’t made of mush." Although Saul Reynolds was ostensibly professing his loyalty, everyone could tell he was indirectly insulting them.

But they didn’t dare say a word. After all, they had just been relentlessly attacking her and even demanding she be sent to prison, so all they could do now was endure it.

Saul Reynolds continued, "Since everyone is here, I’d like to make an announcement. The fifth-anniversary celebration for Innis will be personally hosted by my boss. We hope you will all enthusiastically attend."

He paused, then added, "That is, if you’re able to receive an invitation."

Saul Reynolds’s last sentence was no different from a knife twisting in their hearts.

After all, very few of the people present were qualified to receive an invitation.

Saul Reynolds then asked, "Boss, you should be coming back to work at Innis now, right? Our colleagues all miss you very much. If you don’t come back, I’m afraid they’ll be very disappointed."

"I’ll go back..." Eliza Sutton had barely finished her sentence when Shane Lockwood’s voice cut in.

Shane Lockwood said, "Who gave you permission to go back to Innis? Have you forgotten? You’re still the chief designer of the Lockwood Group."