Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 144

Everything unfolded as I had anticipated. No sooner had I left the Ferguson Group than whispers began to spread like wildfire through the industry circles.

I called Mark, who hadn’t made a move. It was clear Margaret had been the one to set the rumor mill churning. [The Ferguson Group’s Assistant Director, accused of plagiarism.]

And, as expected, the majority jumped on the bandwagon. After all, Margaret was the first to submit her design proposal.

The disdain for such acts ran deep, and the accusations hurle my way were vile.

[Copycat! You don’t deserve to be in this field. Get out of the de gn world!]

[Stealing someone else’s hard work. Hope your whole family rots.]

[Shameless! You’d dare steal from your own company. What a pace of work this Jane is]

Just as I was about to shut off my phone, the company’s official account posted a notice. It stated that Margaret and I would present ourselves at the headquarters the next day to settle this plagiarism dispute, inviting industry beers to join the spectacle.

The next day, I got up early, ensured my makeup was flawless, and stepped out in my heels.

When I arrived, a crowd of onlookers, and Mark, who was waiting for me, had already gathered at the entrance.

Carrying my bag, I walked over and greeted him with a smile. “Hey, Mark.”

His voice was warm. “All set?”

“Absolutely!” I grinned, about to head to the elevator, with him when a commotion at the entrance caught my attention.

turned around instinctively, just in time to see a sleek Bentley pull up. The

Margaret, who emerged in a

a car to bring Margaret over.

Mark called out softly.

I forced a

Margaret suddenly called out to me, her tone full

talented in design. Why stoop to copying mine?” I scoffed. “Who’s the copycat is still up

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understanding card, Margaret said, “We didn’t have to escalate it to

ME

by submitting your design first, the other side’s got no chance to fight back?”

a second before asking. “What are you getting at?”.

I mean.” I didn’t bother with her any further,

for the drama, networking was always a plus. Opportunits like that were rare. And no ambitious designer would let it slip by.

of conversation sealing

one of Mr. Ferguson’s rides from the

in the Ferguson Group that

In my opinion, she’s the victim. Why would the wife of the CEO stoop to plagiarism over something so trivial?

was the head of the Design Department before. Surely,

didn’t know if Margaret asked for this,

the room, and his presence commanded a chilly respect. The room, previously abuzz, fell silent as

“Mr. Larson!”