Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim by Dream Fish

First Love Novel 92

Chapter 92

Even so, Angela kept one thing in mind-she knew that Nora wouldn't let things slide so easily. They were bound to find another excuse to stir up trouble, so she waited patiently.

She didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

"Ms. Graham, that gown cost two million dollars just to make. And yet you casually dismissed it? How am I supposed to explain this to the company?”

Nora stood with her arms crossed, her expression blank but her voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

Angela remained calm, seated at her desk, reviewing the submitted design drafts. Occasionally, she paused to give feedback.

“Nora, I hadn't planned on holding you accountable for this, but what are you doing now? Are you volunteering to take the blame?" Angela glanced at her with faint amusement, her tone as light as a feather.

Over the past few days, Angela had already looked into everything she needed to know. She couldn't fathom why Nora would still try to escalate things.

Nora froze, a fleeting panic flashing through her eyes. For a moment, she really thought Angela had uncovered something.

But that was impossible.

the gown had already been fired, and no one else knew

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think you're just trying to shirk responsibility, Ms. Graham. Aren't you

bail you out if this lands on you?" Nora's cold

had become so sophisticated these days. No vulgar words were said, yet they were

her own, or she might've broken

one last chance. Apologize to me, and I'll let it go,” Angela said, closing her -laptop and raising

made Nora more convinced she was bluffing. With a sneer, she rétorted, “You're hilarious. All I'm asking is for you to pay up. Why

tone remained calm. "If you want to

turned to

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Chapter 92

crowded around the office doorway, each one more puzzled than the

a moment, a flicker of unease flashing through her. But she had already come this far.

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fault, and you should take responsibility," Nora said through gritted teeth, her glare burning with hatred. "What's going on, Ms.

wants me to pay for it," Angela stated plainly. “I can explain. When I wore the gown to the hotel, there was already a tear in the back. I had no choice but to change into something else. I left the