Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 145

Grateful, I glanced at him before stepping into the room with a poised demeanor. “Good morning, everyone. I’m Jane Webster. I’m here today to explain everything clearly and thoroughly.”

Margaret followed closely behind, challenging. “You want to prove your innocence, don’t you? Start then.”

Her confidence seemed unshakeable. Had I not always been one to keep an ace up my sleeve, I would have been at a loss for words, following her script.

“First, I’d like everyone to listen to a recording.”I took out my pine and played the conversation between me and Linda the day before.

The room’s atmosphere shifted as faces registered surprise and skepticism. Seemingly prepared, Margaret dismissively said, “And what’s that supposed to prove? Linda is your assistant, isn’t she? How do we know you didn’t stage this whole thing?”

“That’s a fair point,” I conceded and nodded, pulling out my design drafts from my bag. “Take a look at these. You can tell from these revisions that Margaret has submitted my second version of the design draft, not the final one.”

Having some knowledge of design, Margaret was quick to counter. “Are you trying to fool us? Who copies something without making changes? Making changes is to be expected.”

I stood up and smiled, pointing out the details in the second draft. Then, may I ask if you. are secretly in love with me? Why else would you leave my initials on the design draft “What?” Margaret tensed up, hastily standing to see where I was pointing, only to scoff, “It’s just a few minor finishing touches…”

meeting her gaze. “you mean your minor finishing touch is my initials?” It was a habit I developed in college, discreetly adding my initials in an inconspicuous spot on my drafts before the final submission. I would have them erased before I turned in the final version.

face drained of color. When she wanted a closer look, the drafts were already being

up against her due to her status as “Mrs. Ferguson” except for one outspoken individual who couldn’t help but laugh. “Look who’s calling the thief! Mrs. Ferguson herself, the esteemed wife of the Ferguson Group’s CEO, stooping to plagiarize her designer and then playing

up!” Furious and embarrassed, Margaret stood up. “Knowing that I’m Mrs. Ferguson, you still have the guts to talk like that. Do you

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and wrong were

clear as

no more to say. Mark looked at me and said gently. “Jane, could you wait outside for a moment?”

room, and Mark came out about two minutes later.

asked, “How about a

smiled. Thanks, but no. You have things to

to impose further. It

for the elevator, several colleagues from

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