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 head to the elevator, with

turned around instinctively, just in time to see a

for Margaret, who emerged in a stunning

indeed sending a car

my distraction, Mark

I forced a smile. “Yeah, let’s head

of everyone there, Margaret

Why stoop to copying

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Chapter 144

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

ME

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

was taken aback for a second before asking. “What

I mean.” I didn’t bother with her any further,

for the drama, networking was always a plus. Opportunits like that were rare. And no ambitious designer would

caught bits of conversation

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

heard from friends in the Ferguson Group that Margaret’s supposedly Mr. Ferguson’s secret

victim. Why would the wife of the CEO stoop to plagiarism

of the Design Department before. Surely, her skills surpass

backing Margaret. I didn’t know if Margaret asked

chilly respect. The room, previously abuzz, fell silent

“Mr. Larson!”