Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 312

Chapter 12 Our Child

He send their design was different from before. They thought they had no chance of winning the bid," Cilerin said, looking downicest

in his classmate for help..

His friend was just a part-timer, working on a research project for their PhD studies. They hadn't expected the company to switch designs minute and actually win the bid

"Our lecturer confirmed he had applied for his thesis project in the design, so there's not much we can do about it. He's willing to testify, but in the company might not cooperate Ugh..." Clean took a sip of his drink, clearly frustrated.

I knew Harmon Group was also inquiring about this situation. They wouldn't give up on the appeal if there was even a glimmer of hope. Since they decided to abandon it, it seemned Pinnacle Group had already covered all bases, No two identical leaves existed. Similarly, there couldn't be two identical designs.

Especially with such large interprovincial projects. While the general design might be similar, the details would always differ

I took a sip of my drink, feeling equally irritated,

"Hey, you can't drink alcohol!" Emma exclaimed, pulling me back.

I forced a smile, realizing she was right. My health was deteriorating, and I could feel my body weakening day by day.

of beer and quickly

saw Amelia and Luca at the coffee

"Yeah, strange, right?"

idea struck

a quick video would only take a few minutes. What if she had passed that information to Luca, who then shared

to Glenn. "Did your classmate mention who had them working

the manager? There's just

the one who gave the presentation that day," Glenn said,

have enough evidence, but what if we could prove

up from my seat,

"Where are you going?"

on my shoulder. "I just

I said, grabbing my bag and hurrying

were some things others wouldn't find out, but

if Amelia was heartbroken or,

him from inheriting Harmon Group while ensuring he'd always be with her? I had

hailed an Uber and called Leonard several times, only for each call to be cut off. When I

WhatsApp met the same fate; a single tick greeted all those