The Legend of Cinderella's Counterattack

"Lolo! What's wrong with you?" Lawrence Lu's anxious voice sounded in my ears. He supported my shaky body, his deep eyes full of worry.

My lips trembled as I told him what I had said on the phone. After listening to it, Lawrence Lu's face became solemn. He immediately arranged for a lawyer to handle the police affairs and began to investigate the truth of the incident.

After some investigation, we discovered that the so-called "plagiarism" accusation was completely false, and the mastermind behind it was none other than the representative of the international fashion group who had previously mocked me at the show! They resorted to such despicable means to suppress emerging designers like us!

Anger and grievance intertwined, almost drowning me. However, Lu Yuxuan calmly analyzed the current situation and told me that this was only the enemy's first attack on us, and they would take even more brutal measures to deal with us next.

"They are now trying to suppress us by controlling the raw materials market." Lu Yuxuan handed me a document, which clearly showed that several major raw material suppliers refused to supply us, and behind these suppliers were the shadow of that international fashion group.

I suddenly felt powerless. Without the raw materials, our design would be like cooking without rice. We couldn't proceed at all. Did we really have to give up?

"No, we can't just sit there and wait for death!" I clenched my fists, a fierce fighting spirit burning in my eyes. "We must unite with other designers and suppliers to fight them together!"

Lawrence Lu looked at me with admiration. He knew that the strong and brave Lin Luoluo was back.

I took a deep breath and began to contact designers who, like me, had been oppressed by that international fashion group. I was moved by their willingness to stand up and fight alongside us.

"Lin, don't worry, we have disliked those guys for a long time! This time we must make them pay the price!" The young designer Amy waved her fist angrily, her passionate personality as always.

Mr. William, the veteran designer, nodded in support. "Evil cannot prevail over good. This time, we're united. I don't believe we can't defeat them!"

We began to contact independent raw material suppliers, explaining the stakes to them and hoping they would support us. Some suppliers, under pressure from the international fashion group, hesitated to agree, but others were moved by our sincerity and persistence and were willing to take the risk to provide us with raw materials.

"Ms. Lin, I trust you and your design," a supplier named Zhang said firmly, shaking my hand. "Go ahead and do it. I'll take care of the raw materials!"

As more and more people joined our cause, my hope grew stronger. However, just when we thought victory was within our grasp, we received shocking news: the police had begun investigating!

"What? The police?" I looked at Lawrence Lu in astonishment. "How could it be related to the police?"

Lawrence Lu's expression also became solemn. "It seems that we underestimated the means of that international fashion group. In order to achieve their goals, they even did not hesitate to break the law!"

It turned out that when the police were investigating an economic case, they accidentally discovered evidence that the international fashion group was suspected of illegal monopoly and commercial fraud. They used their position in the industry to maliciously suppress competitors, manipulate market prices, and make huge profits.

The news shook the fashion world. Designers and suppliers who had suffered unfair treatment from the international fashion group came forward, providing evidence to the police and exposing their crimes. Public opinion also turned against the once-glamorous international fashion group, and its reputation plummeted.

With the strong intervention of the police, the conspiracy of the international fashion group was finally completely shattered, and the relevant responsible persons were severely punished by law.

And Lu Yuxuan and I finally won a resounding victory! With our actions, we proved that justice will eventually triumph over evil, and that unity is strength!

After this storm, the skies of the fashion world seemed to clear. The once-arrogant representative of an international fashion group now sat at the negotiation table in our studio, head bowed. His face was plastered with a false smile, but his tone couldn't conceal his exhaustion and helplessness.

"Ms. Lin, Mr. Lu, we were wrong in what happened before. We're willing to apologize and compensate you." He said, pushing a document in front of us. "This is a cooperation agreement we've drafted. I hope you'll consider it."

I picked up the document and read it carefully. The agreement was sincere. It not only included compensation for our financial losses but also promised to provide us with more resources and support. I knew this was a compromise they made under immense pressure, and it was also the fruit of our hard-fought victory.

Lawrence Lu and I exchanged glances. We both understood this was an opportunity, a chance to take our brand to the next level. Ultimately, we reached an agreement with the International Fashion Group to collaborate closely and jointly develop the market.

The news shocked the entire fashion industry. People lamented that this seemingly unequal competition ultimately resulted in the underdog triumphing over the strong, and that Lu Yuxuan and I had become legends in the industry.

After weathering this storm, our brand has become even more famous. More and more consumers are beginning to recognize our designs, our products are in short supply, our market share is constantly expanding, and we are getting closer and closer to our dream.

However, just as we were immersed in the joy of victory, a mysterious package broke the tranquility. It was an ordinary package with no sender information, only a simple address: Lin Luoluo.

My heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding washed over me. I slowly opened the package. Inside was a neatly folded black card. On the card, written in bright red font, was a line of words:

"Do you think you've won? The game has just begun..."

My breath suddenly caught, and a chill shot up from my feet to my head. Who sent this card? What did they want? Could there be a greater conspiracy behind all this?

I held the card tightly in my hand, my eyes firm and fierce. No matter who it is, if they want to hurt me or the ones I love, I will not let them go!