Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

As Jessica lounged on the couch in the office of the chief designer at the headquarters of Luther Group, she was engaged in a conversation with several designers.

“That plagiarizer, Bailey, might never recover from this, Jessica. According to the rules, your work will emerge victorious after her blacklist. Mr. Luther has declared to the directors of various other departments that he will promote whoever it is to design Ms. Caridee's gown to lead designer.”

“That's right! After this incident, the position of lead designer would fall onto you, Jessica. Though that b*tch Bailey is wicked, she isn't completely useless. At least she'd managed to get Mr. Luther to agree to fill the position.”

“If you could design a gown that pleases Ms. Caridee, Jessica, you would make a splash at her coming-of-age ceremony. The international celebrities would be lining up to make an appointment for you to design their gowns.”

The flattery toward Jessica was very effective.

She had claimed dominance in a company as large as Luther Group. If Bailey had not turned up, there was no way she could have lost the competition. Also, nobody would dare take her, the disciple of Eve, head-on.

“That's right. Speaking of which, I need to thank that b*tch. If it weren't for her, Mr. Luther would not have readily suggested promoting somebody to lead designer. Even if I take some of the splashes, the effort she had put in was destined for me.”

The room rang with laughter at her words, followed by another chorus of flattery.

“By the way, Jessica, I'd heard from a friend on The Today Show that Bailey's hiding place is exposed, and a large crowd of reporters is rushing there. Though it would not cause her any material harm, it would still serve to nauseate her.”

Curling her red lips, Jessica put on an act of feigned surprise. “Really? I wonder who leaked it? Perhaps it's someone on our side who despises her evilness like us.”

“She can't blame anyone except herself for being despicable and arrogant. Serves her right.”

Jessica cackled and was about to open her mouth to add another snark remark when an assistant dashed in.

“S-Something's happened, Jessica,” she said. “There are a lot of reporters in the lobby on the first floor. They're demanding to see, wanting an explanation from you.”

The smile on Jessica's face froze as she leaped up from the couch. A sense of foreboding rose within her. “R-Reporters from which media company?”

“There are some from Fashionista, and some from the Today Show, and...”

Hearing that, Jessica turned deathly pale.

I was the one who leaked Bailey's hiding place to the media, and now they've come here for me instead of going to the hotel. What does that indicate?

not dare finish

Bailey the subject of debate and damage Luther Group's reputation. If Mr. Luther found out, I'd be dead. D*mn it! I shouldn't have acted rashly, nor should I

she felt she had been

can't meet with them. Have the security show them

at her, conflicted and on the verge of tears. “I can't, Jessica. They're causing too big of a commotion and have alerted the public relations department. Mr. Longman wants you to meet them,

Jessica

Is there

Tell us, and we'll see if we

toward her. “I was the one who leaked Bailey's whereabouts,” she cried. “I don't know what happened or why the reporters came to

one of our great taboos to instigate the media and

set her sights on

“Um, I have some drafts to

work to do as well. I'm heading

whoever took it over as their

Fashionista, and some from the Today

of a hundred thousand offered by Luther Group is too irresistible to give up to be a scapegoat for that

another opportunity for

within the design department were hoping for

at the few who had slipped out of the office, her face

friends who bonded over hating a common enemy. My artificial friends. How despicable,

breath to suppress the anger and panic within her,

am I

a vast fortune for Luther Group and designed its own brand of clothing for the company. That

I will have those b*tches pay their dues. Even if I can't

the elevator in the lobby on the first floor, a large group of reporters

you tell us Bailey was in Suite 502 in Century Hotel,

friends that they stayed together. Do you take us as fools, Ms. Tanner? Did you

go if you can't provide us with an explanation for why you

explanation.

public relations department, ambled toward Jessica. “Was it really you who had leaked that Ms. Jefferson was in Century Hotel?” he asked in a low