When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 144

Everything unfolded as I had anticipated. No sooner had I left the Ferguson Group than whispers began to spread like wildfire through the industry circles.

I called Mark, who hadn’t made a move. It was clear Margaret had been the one to set the rumor mill churning. [The Ferguson Group’s Assistant Director, accused of plagiarism.]

And, as expected, the majority jumped on the bandwagon. After all, Margaret was the first to submit her design proposal.

The disdain for such acts ran deep, and the accusations hurle my way were vile.

[Copycat! You don’t deserve to be in this field. Get out of the de gn world!]

[Stealing someone else’s hard work. Hope your whole family rots.]

[Shameless! You’d dare steal from your own company. What a pace of work this Jane is]

Just as I was about to shut off my phone, the company’s official account posted a notice. It stated that Margaret and I would present ourselves at the headquarters the next day to settle this plagiarism dispute, inviting industry beers to join the spectacle.

The next day, I got up early, ensured my makeup was flawless, and stepped out in my heels.

When I arrived, a crowd of onlookers, and Mark, who was waiting for me, had already gathered at the entrance.

Carrying my bag, I walked over and greeted him with a smile. “Hey, Mark.”

His voice was warm. “All set?”

elevator, with him when a commotion at the entrance caught

instinctively, just in time to see a sleek Bentley pull

the door for Margaret, who emerged in a stunning

indeed sending a

my distraction,

within me, I forced a smile. “Yeah,

there, Margaret suddenly called out to me, her

to copying mine?” I scoffed. “Who’s the copycat

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Chapter 144

understanding card, Margaret said, “We didn’t have

ME

think that, by submitting your design first, the other side’s got

taken aback for a second before asking. “What are you

didn’t bother with her any

the drama, networking was always

entering, I caught bits

arrived in? That’s one

Ferguson Group that

In my opinion, she’s the victim. Why would the wife of the CEO stoop to plagiarism over something so

of the Design Department

his influence was implicitly backing Margaret. I didn’t know if Margaret asked for this,

into the room, and his presence commanded a chilly respect. The room, previously abuzz, fell silent as

“Mr. Larson!”