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Chapter 350.1 Who Was Vera (1)

After lunch, Yohan sent Imogen to the luxurious hotel provided by the organizer and went to the on–site

rehearsal in the afternoon.

At seven o’clock in the evening, Imogen arrived at the award ceremony.

The award ceremony had not yet started, but several winners were already there, sitting on the seats

with their names on, chatting.

Imogen sat on her seat, opened the memo, and prepared her speech.

A young photographer two seats away on the right. He glanced at Imogen and continued talking to the

person next to him.

Next to the young photographer was a man wearing glasses. He leaned forward, looked at Imogen

over the young photographer, and whispered, “Hey, is the one next to you won the first prize? I looked

through her Instagram and found that she was the Marshall Group boss‘ ex–wife.”

The young photographer glanced at Imogen quietly and said, “It seems she is.”

The bespectacled man clicked his tongue disdainfully. “I guess she must have bought the prize, do you

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believe it? Vera is quite pitiful, winning the first prize for her excellent work, but someone else stole his

prize, and she had to apologize.”

“Why should I lie to you? Let me show you the Instagram of that authentic owner. He posted about this

on Instagram two days ago.” As he said that, the young photographer took out his mobile phone,

showed the bespectacled man, and said, “It’s a pity. Because of this incident, he was very disappointed

with the competition last time, so he didn’t participate this time. If he had participated, he would

probably have won the prize.”

The man with glasses said in surprise, “Ah? Really?”

“Why should I lie to you? Let me show you the Instagram of that authentic owner. He posted about this

on Instagram two days ago.” As he said that, the young photographer took out his mobile phone and

showed the bespectacled man, and said, “It’s a pity. He was very disappointed with the competition last

time because of this incident, so he didn’t participate this time. If he had participated, he would

probably have won the prize.”

“That’s a pity. All kinds of right–defending failed. So, Vera cannot be an ordinary person Otherwise,

how can she have such great power?”

“Definitely. When the incident happened, netizens demanded that Vera’s real name be announced to

prevent her from changing his ID and stealing others‘ photos. But the organizers ignored it, and

netizens didn’t reveal it, so she was not that simple,” The young photographer sighed.

“I know who Vera is.”

Suddenly, the uncle in the front row suddenly turned his head, looked around warily, and whispered.

The young photographer and the man with glasses both raised their heads and said in unison, “Who?”

“She’s a cousin of a judge. Think about it, why would the authentic photographer fail to defend rights?

Why wasn’t the organizer willing to reveal Vera’s real name?” The older man said meaningfully, “If she

hadn’t messed with the real powerful person, she wouldn’t be exposed.”

The young photographer and the man with glasses looked at each other and believed him.

Imogen lowered her head while typing. It was funny to hear them calling her a real powerful

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Chapter 350.1 Who Was Vera (1)

person.

Although this time she was fine after the incident because of her relationship with Yohan, their

statement revealed certain problems.

In the eyes of outsiders, the reason why she was powerful was because of her relationship with the

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Marshall family as well as Troy.

She and Troy were tied together.

Marriage could lead to divorce, but interpersonal relationships were difficult to separate. She said she

didn’t want Troy’s help, but she had unconsciously accepted Troy’s help.

The man with glasses lowered his voice and asked curiously, “Which judge is it?”

“I will tell you, don’t tell anyone else,” The elder man said cautiously, “The identity is not ordinary.”

The man with glasses hurriedly promised. “Don’t worry, we will keep the secret.”

The older man looked around and whispered, “It’s Xavier.”

“Ah? Really?” the young photographer asked in surprise, “I think he has a good reputation. Is he really

this kind of person?”

Imogen lowered his head, but her typing fingers stopped, and a trace of deep thought flashed in her

eyes.

Was Vera Hann’s cousin?