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?”

I grinned, about to head to the elevator, with

to see a

Margaret, who emerged in

was touching, indeed sending a car to bring Margaret

distraction, Mark called out

emotions within me, I forced a smile. “Yeah, let’s

of everyone there, Margaret suddenly called out to me, her

so talented in design. Why stoop to copying

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Chapter 144

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

ME

design first, the other

taken aback for a second before asking.

what I mean.” I didn’t bother with

from our field. Even if not there for the drama, networking was always a plus. Opportunits like that were rare. And no ambitious designer would

bits of

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

in the Ferguson Group that Margaret’s supposedly

the wife of the CEO stoop to plagiarism over

she was the head of the Design Department before. Surely,

backing Margaret. I didn’t know if Margaret asked for this, or Bryant just went ahead and

his presence commanded a chilly respect. The room, previously abuzz, fell

“Mr. Larson!”