Chapter 090: The Stolen Design

Lyra fiddled with her pen while standing in her office after the meeting she just finished holding; her movements were brisk and determined.

The urgency in her body language was clear; it was time for a drastic and dramatic showdown, the very moment she had been waiting for.

She crouched again to scribble down the final details on a piece of paper, then stood abruptly, her chair scraping the floor as she reached for the telephone.

Her fingers dialled the numbers with firm and abrupt taps.

She deep-sighed to calm herself, the phone still pressing to her ear, each second ticking away like a bomb about to explode.

Then, in a second, she heard the beep, followed by the voice of the PR manager.

“Hello Madam.” The hoarse voice greeted.

"Yes, Bob, get the PR team ready immediately," she said, her voice firm.

"We’re going to release a statement about the stolen designs. But before that, I need you to take note of the following: "

"Oh, a statement?" The voice was stressed, sounding a little bi