Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

Bailey left the headquarters under the accusations of everyone in the hall.

When she finally came to the alfresco fountain, she ran into Edmund, who seemed to have come in a rush.

“Are you okay, Bay? Did they do anything to you?” he asked.

Bailey's heart warmed seeing the man, and she wiped the sweat on his forehead with her sleeve. “I'm okay. You don't have to worry. I can handle this.”

Edmund smiled at her in resignation. “I don't know why I just can't seem to keep my cool whenever something happens to you. Everyone says I'm calm and composed, but I'm really not when I'm with you. I'll go crazy if anything happens to you,” he said.

Bailey moved closer and held his arm. “Let's go home. The children haven't had lunch.”

“Sure.”

Back in the CEO's office, Artemis finally looked away from the screen he had been staring at when the video stopped at the retreating figures of a man and a woman.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Dwayne entered.

“Ms. Jefferson refused to admit to anything. Neither did she agree to destroy the design. She even said that she is willing to face legal consequences. Mrs. Luther is incensed and is very insistent. She went to the public relations department when I came up. I suppose she went to ask Quentin to contact Snowflake to press charges against Ms. Jefferson.”

Artemis rubbed his brows in annoyance. “Stop Snowflake from returning to Hallsbay at all costs. I want you to call Quentin. Ask him to give me the designer's contact. I'll talk to her on my own,” he said lightly.

“Snowflake is very low-profile. She has only submitted one design over the past four years. No one has ever seen her. She didn't even attend the prize-giving ceremony. She said she was not interested in attending because she wanted to sleep in when the organizer called her. Given her attitude, I doubt it's easy talking to her,” Dwayne replied with a sigh, but Artemis just waved his hand dismissively in return.

her first. She's never appeared in person over the years, so we might not even find her. I'm just worried that she might suddenly come to

right away

“Good.”

from four years ago. What is going on exactly?

resting with her eyes closed in the passenger seat when she heard his question. “I've been going through her work a lot recently, so maybe I drew something similar to hers unknowingly, but there

there was something unusual about her answer, and a thought

not a rash person, so I trust you to do what is best. You must have your reason for doing so, but Aunt Felicity is not letting

nonchalance. “Don't let it bother you. She loves you. That's why she's so worked up. I know what I'm doing, so you don't

eyes. “What do you mean by 'I won't let you end

just your aunt. What she thinks about me

of relief when he could finally

him and said no

quiet and

of life, but somehow, she felt something

days, the news about Bailey plagiarizing a renowned designer's work circulated worldwide, becoming a

came out to

office table. “You don't have to feel anxious, Mr. Luther. Mrs. Luther can't find Snowflake either.

“Good.”

a lot like Snowflake's from four years ago. What is going on exactly? I

sat back in his chair in lethargy. “But she insists that she did not

could not