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?”

to the elevator, with him when a commotion at

turned around instinctively, just in time to see a

for Margaret, who

indeed sending a

distraction, Mark called out

emotions within me, I forced

everyone there, Margaret suddenly called out to me,

“You were once so talented in design. Why stoop to copying mine?” I scoffed.

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yet refuse to admit it.” Playing the understanding card, Margaret said, “We didn’t have to escalate it to

ME

submitting your design first, the other side’s got no chance to

aback for a second before asking. “What

mean.” I didn’t bother with

in a large conference room, attended by man from our field. Even if not there for the drama, networking was always a plus. Opportunits

entering, I caught bits of conversation sealing the

see the car Margaret arrived in? That’s one of Mr. Ferguson’s rides from the Ferguson

Group that Margaret’s

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

head of the Design Department before. Surely, her

if Margaret asked for this, or Bryant just went ahead and did it on

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

“Mr. Larson!”