The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 399

Aaron was perplexed by Sophia's reaction: "Obviously, someone sent it to me. Why are you asking?"

Sophia didn't answer him. She just gave him the stare-down, "Who told you this was the design for the Frost family's holiday resort?"

Aaron felt a bit queasy hearing that: "What are you implying? That I'm not capable of getting the Frost family's designs?"

Sophia realized that rational communication with Aaron was futile.

She gave him a sharp glance. "Right, and where did you find this counterfeit design? It can't possibly be the Frost family's design."

"How could it not be? Mr. Gellar sent it to me, and he would never fool me with a fake."

Aaron insisted, now defensively agitated, "I've been involved in this project for ages; do you think I don't know it when I see it? You don't know anything and you're deciding it's a fake? Do you think you're the only one with any sense?"

Sophia remained unaffected by his rage, simply replying with a calm demeanor, "You might consider someone a buddy, but it doesn't mean they regard you as a friend. Given the Frost family's background, how could such critical design plans be handed around so casually?"

"Mr. Frost trusted Mr. Gellar to take on the build since they were tight. Naturally, he got an early peek at the blueprints to lend a hand, what's casual about that?" Aaron snorted coldly at Sophia, "For someone who studied design, you sure haven't seen much of the world. The project's been filed and recorded officially, it's a done deal. The groundwork is just a matter of time, why worry about plans getting snatched?"

Sophia shot him a look: "I see."

She said her goodbyes to Aaron, picked up Theresa, and walked away.

"That's it? You're leaving?" Aaron was dumbfounded.

getting a clear stance from

and quickly followed her

at least give

decisively. "If you're capable, go

carried Theresa downstairs and

heavy-hearted, her mind swarming with the design on Aaron's

the Frost family had used her

it was hard to discern the truth from the

considered more competent, accepting their words as the ultimate truth. She couldn't rule out the

the question remained-how on earth did her design plans end up with

that her computer had been tampered

in her small two-bedroom studio; she hadn't used the company's computers for it,

personal computer, but he wouldn't take her designs to dress up someone else's project, even

had his

design to Don, but that was based on trust in his character. Don wouldn't

only other possibility was the design Theresa had

Theresa

plans, there were other sketches she hadn't paid much attention to. She didn't remember them all that well, but the resort project was dear to her and stood out in her memory, since it was designed with such passion and was the only one she had printed. It made an impression on her when

was carried away by a gust a wind to some corner,

the entire room thoroughly; she had not looked under the sofa or behind the fridge where things could hide, or it might

looking. And by the time the departure