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.

a clear stance from her, he felt

and quickly

give

decisively. "If you're capable, go bid on it yourself. Nobody owes you

carried Theresa

on Aaron's phone and his adamant claim that they

the Frost family had used

words were never reliable; it was hard to discern the truth from the fabrication

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

earth did her design plans

improbable that her computer

was only on her computer in her small two-bedroom studio; she hadn't used the company's computers for it, nor had she saved it

wouldn't take her designs to dress up someone else's

his

sent the design to Don, but that was based on

the design

Theresa lost was the one

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

design was misplaced by Theresa, or it was carried away by a gust a wind to

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

the time the departure fell through, and Louis had confirmed the