At six o'clock in the afternoon, Lydia returned home exhausted.Lambert and Wythe were engrossed in playing the video game "Rapid Racer" together, each with a controller in hand, thoroughly enjoying themselves.Lydia slumped onto the couch, unwilling to move, and casually tossed the court summons onto the coffee table.Lambert and Wythe exchanged glances, then set down their controllers. "What's wrong?" Lambert asked."Take a look!" Lydia replied.Lambert picked up the summons and quickly scanned through it, feeling a storm brewing inside.Though equally angered by the situation, he glanced at Lydia's despondent expression and nonchalantly remarked, "It's just a court summons."Lydia suddenly sat up straight, her beautiful eyes filled with distress. "Just a court summons? This is slander! They're just turning the tables on me!"Furrowing his brow slightly, Lambert placed the summons back on the table and reached out to grasp her shoulder. "Don't dwell on it too much..."With a sharp s
Wythe swayed his way to SAC.Ever since the last concert he attended with Lydia, Andrew returned utterly lost in spirits.He hadn't contacted Lydia in these past few days, even delegating the collaborative matters between their companies to others.He seemed to have buried himself like an ostrich, seeking solace.Wythe's unexpected arrival surprised him.Similarly, when Wythe saw Andrew, he was equally taken aback. Normally, Andrew exuded an air of sophistication, especially when he smiled, he seemed incredibly gentle.But after just a few days of absence, he appeared gloomy, like a sky about to rain.Especially with that weary look on his face, stubble clinging to his chin, his once gentle eyes now filled with pain and emptiness.Wythe was startled.Was this the same Uncle Fraine he knew? He looked like he could be a homeless man thrown on the street.Concerned, Wythe asked, "Uncle, have you encountered something upsetting?"Andrew looked up, unable to utter a word in the face of Wyt
Early the next morning, Andrew drove to Lydia's apartment building.Today, he was accompanying Lydia to the law firm.Moments later, Lydia emerged, holding Wythe's hand.Andrew waved to them before Lydia and Wythe got into the car together.Little did they know, this scene was closely observed by the owner of a nearby car.Watching Lydia and Andrew, seemingly like a family of three with Wythe, Lambert's eyes darkened.Bob, seeing his boss's mood sour, sighed inwardly.His boss had been like a ticking time bomb lately. Just yesterday, the young master came to the company to talk to him about something, and the boss had resolved to apologize.But now, seeing this scene just as he stepped out, it seemed the boss's plans for apology might change!Lambert's expression was gloomy, especially upon seeing Andrew.He felt a murderous intent rise within him.Was Lydia going to be cozying up to others after a little spat?Seeing them laugh and chat, Lambert clenched his fists, his veins bulging.
No matter how much Lydia wished for more time, the time for the trial had come!The day was sunny and pleasant, but Lydia felt unusually heavy-hearted.Despite finding decent lawyers in recent days, they still hadn't found any evidence.Even Queena, who had resigned, was nowhere to be found!As most law firms had predicted, they were likely to lose this time!Andrew had also come early to wait for Lydia. His expression was equally serious.To reassure Lydia, he softened his expression and smiled gently, "Don't worry, Lydia. The truth will come out in court, and until the very end, we might not necessarily lose!"Lydia nodded. That's right. It hadn't started yet; how could she give up? That wasn't her style! It wasn't something she would do!The black Bentley stopped at the courthouse entrance, and reporters swarmed around Lydia, bombarding her with questions."Miss Amélie, it's said that the evidence against you in this plagiarism case is overwhelming. The head of Twilight Studio has
As the two conversed, Jarek began his rhetoric."Your Honor, my client Miss Lydia is the internationally renowned designer Amélie, who has won numerous awards in Paris. Given her status, there's no reason for her to plagiarize from an obscure company. Furthermore, I have here a draft of my client's design with a timestamp proving she couldn't have plagiarized."Vanessa stood up, interjecting, "Your Honor, design drafts can be forged. Anyone with artistic skill can replicate a design. This can't serve as evidence.""Your Honor, I also have a joint statement from the studio's staff who can testify for my client," Jarek continued.Vanessa scoffed, "Defense counsel, are you lacking common sense? In a case like this, relevant personnel can't testify. We're dealing with the lead designer from Lydia's studio, but who's to say other designers weren't involved?""You!" Jarek was rendered speechless, and Lydia's face turned pale. The situation looked dire for her.Whispers erupted in the audien
Kevin approached Queena and introduced her to the audience, then began his questioning."Miss Queena, during your tenure at Lydia's studio, did you steal designs belonging to my client, Miss Lydia?"Queena lowered her head. "Yes, I did covertly copy the designs.""Why did you do that? Miss Gilford is known for her generosity towards her employees, and you had a good relationship with her. There was no need for you to steal her designs."Queena, filled with shame, replied, "Yes, Miss Gilford and I had a good relationship, and I deeply regret my actions! But I was misled at the time! They promised me that if I obtained the designs, I would become the chief designer at their studio after resigning, with a salary twice what I was earning. I was tempted and made a mistake. I'm sorry!"The courtroom erupted into murmurs, but the trial continued."Who are 'they' that you mentioned?" Kevin inquired.Queena's resentful gaze landed on the plaintiff's side. "They were employees of Twilight Studi
In the penthouse office of Universal Conglomerate, Lambert set down the document he was about to sign, rubbing his temples wearily.Leaning back in his expansive leather chair, he closed his eyes slightly.Bang!The office door swung open, the sudden noise causing Lambert to furrow his brow.Opening his eyes, he beheld a figure he had longed to see.With one hand on the door frame, she was gasping for breath as if she had run all the way. Sweat glistened on her forehead, strands of hair stuck to her face, cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled brightly, like stars in the night sky.Lambert hesitated for a moment, instinctively wanting to rise, but realizing they were in a standoff, he composed himself and glanced at her with indifferent eyes."Madam, It seems you didn't schedule one for today."Following closely behind her, the front desk secretary, also catching her breath, respectfully explained, "Sir, I'm terribly sorry. This young lady rushed in suddenly, and we couldn't stop her!"
Ten minutes later, Lambert emerged from the bathroom, catching Lydia's gaze.His jet-black, thick hair was tousled and dripping with water, a stark contrast to its usual meticulousness.He was shirtless, revealing a perfectly sculpted physique, despite years spent in an office chair.His wheat-colored skin was adorned with a thin layer of muscle, defined yet not exaggerated, with a sexy V-line extending from his eight-pack abs, partially obscured by the towel wrapped around his waist. Despite this, Lydia could sense tension emanating from him.Glancing downward, she observed his long, powerful legs standing firmly.Lydia shyly lowered her eyes, swallowing nervously.The thought of his sensual body about to embrace her made her heart race uncontrollably, a strange heat rising within her, causing her to awkwardly adjust her neckline.Lambert smirked slightly, taking deliberate steps toward her.Just as he stopped in front of her, preparing to embrace her, Lydia felt a sudden panic in he