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.

see a

for Margaret, who emerged in

indeed sending a car to bring Margaret over.

Noticing my distraction, Mark called out softly.

I forced a smile. “Yeah, let’s head up.”

Right in front of everyone there, Margaret suddenly called

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

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to admit it.” Playing the understanding card, Margaret said, “We didn’t have to escalate

ME

your design first, the other side’s got no chance to fight

was taken aback for a second before asking. “What

I didn’t bother with her any

drama, networking was always a

I caught bits of conversation sealing

the car Margaret arrived in? That’s one of Mr. Ferguson’s rides from

from friends in the Ferguson Group that Margaret’s supposedly Mr. Ferguson’s secret wife.”

the wife of the CEO stoop to plagiarism over something so trivial?

Department before. Surely,

know if Margaret asked for this, or Bryant just went ahead

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

“Mr. Larson!”