I wasn't angry either. And I looked at Gina and said, "Do you want to let him see Caroline or not? If not, we'll go." "You..." Gina stared at me as her eyes were almost bursting with flames of anger. But in the final analysis, it was Caroline who was more important to her! She only thought about it for a moment and said, "Yeah! But only Mr. Cowell can go inside. You can't!" In fact, judging from Gina's address to Patrick, I thought they had already accepted the reality. Otherwise, she surely wouldn't have called Patrick Mr. Cowell in such an alienated way. "I want to go inside too," I said, looking at Patrick. While speaking, I held onto his right hand tightly with my arms and pouted my mouth, looking somewhat coquettish. "Well, I'll take you there." Patrick looked at me as his eyes were full of love. Gina saw everything in her eyes. And her eyes were almost burning with anger. However, what did it have to do with me? I just w
"It's impossible!" Caroline cried even harder, "Even if I lost my memory of the past three years, my memory before that is intact. I didn't forget anything. And I didn't remember it wrong!" Speaking of this, she was almost choked with sobs! As she cried, she covered the gauze on her head with her hands, "Woo, my head hurts so much. I surely won't remember anything wrong. You surely have said so..." Caroline was crying so hard that the whole corridor was filled with the sound of her crying. Finally, a nurse came. As soon as she saw the situation, she was immediately unhappy, "The patient has just woken up. And her situation is unstable. Don't irritate her!" "Yes..." There was regret all over Gina's face. The nurse went in and checked Caroline's situation. Then she said discontentedly, "You can go now. Don't stay here." All three of us were driven out. After coming out, Gina kept cursing me, "Charlotte Archer, you made my Caroli
"Charlotte." Caroline took my hand and asked sincerely, "Can you tell me what happened in the past three years?" "Do you want to know about it?" I looked at her suspiciously. I wondered if she was sincere or she was trying to trick me... "Yes, I want to know about it!" Caroline pulled me, acting like a good sister to me previously. Then she said, "I asked my mother and dad. But they refused to tell me. They just said that I didn't marry Mr. Cowell..." In fact, the current Caroline was more like a good sister to me. She probably indeed had lost her memory. Or her acting skills probably were better than that before. I pondered on it for a moment and asked her, "Then tell me first, why do you think you will marry Patrick? After all, you haven't known each other for a long time before you get married." "We... We've known each other since our childhood!" Caroline looked at me innocently. "Did you know each other ever since yo
Gina's eyes brightened when she saw us. And she said, "Mr. Cowell, you're here! Hurry up and save Caroline!" As she spoke, she made way for us. Patrick stepped forward and opened the door to the bathroom, only to find that it was locked from inside. The clothes were scattered all over the floor outside the door. Gina said with a squeaky voice, "Caroline surely is naked. I, I dare not let them in." "Which is more important? Your daughter's naked body or her life?" I scolded her directly. It wasn't that I felt sorry for Caroline. It was just that I felt that Gina was quite illogical. However, I also realized that the things in the door were likely to be a trap set up by Gina, Caroline, and Jeremy together What was inside the room was what they wanted to show us. Patrick pushed the door as he said, "Where's the key?" I said, "There isn't any key available to this door. There is a lock inside to close the door. If it's
I followed Dion into the office. He closed the door and then looked at me with a serious look on his face, "Charlotte Archer, why are you so confused? Although Mr. Cowell is helping you get to the final, you couldn't have copied someone else's work!" "I didn't copy her work. She copied mine instead." I said calmly. "Did she plagiarize you? How could it be possible? You entered the second round with a ranking of being the last one among the 50. This time, the work was well-completed with an innovative idea. At first glance, it was obvious that Mabel had spent a lot of effort on it. You could have plagiarized others' works instead. But why did you plagiarize hers?" Dion's words indicated that he didn't believe what I said at all. He only believed that it was I who had copied Mabel's work. But I didn't blame him. After all, although my design skill was somewhat good in the company, it wasn't at the same level as Mabel's. Mabel had won
Mrs. Emerson and Mabel left. Dion looked at me and confirmed with me repeatedly, "Is this work indeed yours?" I said briefly, "It's true." ...... Dion had no choice but to nod, "Okay, you can put your work aside recently and think about how to prove that this design is yours. If you need my help, come to me." I agreed. After I returned to the office, my colleagues all stared at me with a gloating look in their eyes. Especially Raina, when she saw me come in, she immediately leaned over with a smile on her face, "Hey, Charlotte Archer, why are you so confused? You could have done anything else. How come you plagiarized someone else's work? Once this matter becomes serious, you probably will be fired. At that time, no matter how powerful your backer is, he can't cover you." I ignored her. I just sat down and packed up my things, considering how to compress my work hours recently and concentrate on gathering evidence to prove that the
Mabel began to talk about her design idea as she showed her things. Although her design idea wasn't the same as mine, she talked in a convincing and logical way. Even for some petty details which I drew casually, she even made some sense out of them. Although I didn't speak yet, I felt that I had lost. After all, although I was the author, her eloquence and her capability to deal with the situation flexibly were all above those of me. I was clear that what I would say later surely wouldn't be as good as hers. After Mabel finished her words, I took out something and prepared to talk about my design concept and idea. As soon as I clicked open the picture of the model, everyone on the scene lamented. In my opinion, everyone, like me, could see that my model document was completely the same as that of Mabel. In their opinion, I didn't copy Mabel's work. Instead, I directly backed it up. I began to talk about my design concep
Patrick glanced at Lisa with a light look in his eyes, indicating that he wasn't irritated by her words at all. The look in his eyes indicated that he seemed to be enjoying a show. I could understand what the look in his eyes meant. Lisa surely got his point as well. She said angrily, "Mr. Cowell, I respect you. But I will insist on speaking up for my people. Mabel is a strong subordinate of mine. If I don't stand up for her, who will?" I admired Lisa. I sincerely admired Lisa. And I could understand why she would did so. She believed in Mabel whole-heartedly, which was the reason why she looked so confident here. On the contrary, Mabe's face was pale. And her expression was unnatural. She stood behind Lisa and looked around. Her actions clearly showed that she was guilty. Patrick looked at her and paused for a moment before asking, "Then what are you going to do?" Lisa said in a clear and logical way, "Fire her." Lisa added, "Since