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
Mabel shouted at Seth over the computer, "How come you are still helping her now? Don't you know that she is in a relationship with the President of our company, Mr. Cowell?" "Shut up." Lisa now knew that she was in the wrong. So she didn't want to make a scene out of this matter. But Mabel refused, "Seth Hyde, didn't you ask me to help you investigate who had hurt your parents? I found out that the one who had asked the accountant to complete the transaction was Mr. Cowell's assistant, Wilson Jacob! You should be very clear about who did this!" Although she was talking about Wilson, I looked at Patrick instead. As for who harmed Seth's parents, both Seth and I knew it clearly. At that time, I was full of doubts. Although Lisa somewhat enlightened me, I was somewhat suspicious in my heart. As the truth was exposed by Mabel, I inexplicably felt a sense of disgust in my heart. It was my disgust for Patrick. Mabel turned her face to me
"We will be together for the rest of our lives." Her words were tightly pinching my heart as if they were invisible hands. And her words made me so painful. Inexplicable jealousy welled up in my heart at that moment. She pulled me, which infuriated me more. I raised my hands and shouted, "I don't want to be involved in your business!" I probably used too much strength. Caroline fell backward. I looked back and saw her sitting on the ground. Her expression indicated that she was somewhat in pain. And she was rubbing her butt with her hands. The people around looked at us. And they looked at me with their eyes full of criticism. I didn't bother to be a good person. When I was about to leave, I saw that people around me were staring at someone else. Following the direction of their starings, I saw a man walking out of the building. It was Patrick Cowell. He wore the same suit I had seen just now. When he saw Caroline who w
I sat down on his bed and smiled bitterly, "But it won't be me." "Why?" Seth got up and sat down beside me. Then he grabbed my hand and said, "Patrick has nothing to do with you anymore. He is going to marry Caroline Archer, right? I know all of this. You are an independent person. You are free. And you don't belong to anyone!" ...... I didn't pull back my hand. Instead, I let him hold my hand like this. Seth looked at me and seemed to be a little anxious, "If you are worried about my parents, you can rest assured that I will handle them well and won't let the same thing happen again." "But it's unfair to you." "It doesn't matter. I don't care. I..." "Seth." Before Seth could say something that made me feel more guilty, I interrupted him and said, "Seth, do you think that the relationship between me and Patrick just started from the moment when I married him on behalf of Caroline?" "Isn't that so?" Seth was stunned. I shook my
"What do you mean?" I was stunned on the spot. Seeing that the doctor was about to leave, I caught up with him and said, "What do you mean? He has been here for just a few hours. Why did you send me your condolence? I had breakfast with him this morning. And he also sent me to work. Moreover, he said..." The doctor interrupted me, "Follow me." ...... I was stunned. I knew where he was taking me. So I stood still and shook my head desperately, "I won't go! You lied to me! How could he have died?" All of these happened so abruptly. And there wasn't any warning. I didn't believe it! How could I believe it? A few hours ago, Seth had been safe and sound. But now, how come the doctor told me that he was dead? I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to believe what the doctor had said I turned around and left. The doctor shouted at me from behind, "Miss Archer, although Mr. Hyde had been in a coma when he was
It was probably because of the sedative that I was still a little dizzy. When I was running, I kept bumping into others. But I couldn't care too much. When I arrived at the door, I saw a big van parked there. Seven or eight people standing next to it. I recognized Seth's parents at a glance. They also saw me. When I walked forward, Seth's mother came over and pushed me away directly, "Don't follow my son anymore! It's all because of you! You are such a hoodoo! If it weren't for you, my son would not have died!" "Aunt, Aunt, forget it. Don't get mad." Someone beside her helped her up. "Auntie, I was wrong." I looked at Seth's body in the car and pleaded with her, "I want to see Seth again, okay?" "No!" Seth's mother blocked the door of the van and kept pushing me, "Hoodoo! Do you think you can make my son come back to his life?" Seth's mother cried heartbrokenly. She kept pushing me so that I could be separated from Seth.
After the wedding, our honeymoon plan was postponed because Rosalie was too young and Patrick's legs had not yet fully recovered. I had been resting at home all along. Sometimes I would talk to Nancy about my work. It was March with spring blossoms when Rosalie was 100 days old. Early in the morning, Patrick went out as usual, and I saw him off at the door. He held my face, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, "Pack your daily necessities this morning. We'll go to our new home this afternoon." "New home? Where is it? Why didn't you mention it before?" I was stunned. I hadn't heard anything about the new home from Patrick so far. He looked mysterious and tidied up the messy hair on my face. "You will know when we arrive in the afternoon." After that, without waiting for me to ask more questions, he glanced at his watch and hurried out. "A new home?" I thought about it carefully. After getting married to Patrick, I
Patrick and I held a wedding when Rosalie was 100 days old. Although he wanted to hold a grand banquet, I refused to do so. Mostly, I was too old to care about the formalities anymore. But I understood that it was Patrick's heart for me, and I did not refuse to hold the wedding. We just needed to call some good friends and have a Simple banquet. Patrick couldn't convince me, so he naturally agreed. In the blink of an eye, it was the wedding day. Shirley sent me the wedding dress. Because it was a mini wedding, only seven or eight tables were available. Most of the guests came from my studio and Towering High Company. Everyone was familiar with each other. In order to solve the marriage problem of the older single women in my studio, Nancy and I also made a special effort on the seating row. We specifically put single men and women of marriageable age at one table, expecting them to develop their relationship. Early
Listening to Shirley's words, I truly felt lucky for Shelton. Fortunately, he returned. Fortunately, he returned to Shirley's side. Back to the person who loved him. Michael Blake was hired as defense counsel in Shelton's case. I went to find Patrick and asked him about the case. He told me Shelton had locked Emily up for a while, but he soon let her go. But after that, Emily asked Shelton for money. Shelton gave her some. After Emily spent all the money, she was desperate and went to the police. She wanted to use this method to force Shelton to give her money. When I heard Patrick's words, I thought that Emily was too naïve. If this were true, then someone might help her. But it was she who exposed the video in the first place, and everyone knew that. She had made the choice. Now everything she said just made it worse. Emily had no money, so she could only find the assigned lawyer to file the lawsuit. In the first
She looked terrible, even her makeup was crying off. Only one night had passed, but she seemed to have aged a few years. She looked at us and asked, "How is father doing?" "The operation was successful." Patrick answered, but his expression looked bad. Dulcie heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Good." Then she turned around and was about to leave. Patrick said, "Aunt Dulcie, you don't have to blame yourself. It's just that Roger used you." "I blame myself for being stupid." Dulcie stood there, with her back to us and her head lowered. "I know it quite well in my heart. How could such a handsome, good and young man like him fall in love with me? But I still hold a trace of luck in my heart, thinking about what if it's true?" She didn't go on but left with her head down. I was a little worried. "Will your aunt be fine?" "Don't worry. She is a strong woman." After Patrick said that, he patted me on the shoulder. "You should go to
Patrick's words were like a sharp sword that pierced into Roger's heart. Roger stood there. Although he looked calm, he lost all his momentum. At this moment, the ambulance arrived. Although Dulcie was angry and hard to accept it, she could tell what was more important. She opened the door and let the doctor in. The doctor examined Ned first, and then quickly carried him into the ambulance. Because of the small space in the ambulance, only two people were allowed to accompany Ned. Sheridan and Melissa got in. Once they left, it was just me, Patrick, Dulcie, and Roger left in the room. "I'll ask the driver to drive the car over." Patrick took out his phone and called the driver. Then I supported him to go out. Dulcie and Roger stood there without saying a word. Patrick did not talk to them either. He went out with me and got in the car. We decided to order the servants to take care of Glenn first. We cal
Hearing his words, Sheridan looked gloomy on the side. Patrick held me in his arms, "You seem to care about the affairs of the Cowell Family so much. Each time we have some disputes, you will help us enthusiastically. Now you are making a move on my aunt, aren't you?" "No." After finishing his words, Roger imitated Patrick and held Dulcie in his arms, saying, "Dulcie and I love each other sincerely." ...... I looked gloomy. It wasn't that I didn't believe in December Romance. However, the age gap between them was so large. As Patrick's aunt, Dulcie was quite good-looking. It was just that she, who was old, had encountered too many unpleasant things in the past few years, making her meaner and harsher. As for Roger by her side... From all aspects, every woman lusted for him. He, who wasn't poor, surely could get whatever woman he wanted with ease. Indeed, in every way, there was no way that he would take a fancy to Dulcie. No w
"All right." I nodded. I would marry Patrick soon. Because of the things taking place in the past, the Cowell Family didn't have a good impression of me. If I arrived there late because of getting changed this time, it wouldn't be worth it. Holding Patrick's hand, I went downstairs with him. Coming out early, we didn't see many cars on the road. When we arrived at the Cowell Family's mansion, it was exactly 6:30 p.m. By the time we went in, it had been quite lively inside the house. Sheridan, Melissa, and Ned were all surrounding Glenn. Glenn, a six-year-old child, was smart and flexible. Whatever others asked him, he would respond like an adult. Upon seeing us, the three of us looked at me. Ned straightened up first and said with a smile on his face, "You're here." "Yes. Hello, Grandpa Cowell." After greeting Ned, I said to Sheridan and Melissa, "Hello, Mr. Sheridan. Hello, Mrs. Melissa." Now, the relationsh
"I'll be gentler." Leaning and frowning, he seemed to be in great pain, "I'm in pain." ...... "I am telling you the truth..." Cupping my face with his hands, he looked as if he were waiting for me to show my mercy. Frowning, i didn't know what to do for a while. What's more, unlike Patrick's office where there was a lounge, my office was a small one with a sofa only. Moreover, the setup was later divided. It wasn't quite soundproof. Once, Nancy made a phone call to argue with a construction company in her office. I heard all that she had said clearly in my office... Thinking of this, I shook my head heavily. Seeing his distressed look, I tentatively asked, "Shall we go upstairs?" Upon finishing my words, I felt that my suggestion wasn't quite plausible. At this time, Patrick was on the verge of ejecting. His private part was bulging. On the way out, we would pass by the open office... Everyone would be watching us.
"Why did you... come here?" Standing up in a hurry, I helped Patrick into the office. While walking in, he closed the door handily. Looking up at the closed door, I knew that he should be here for what had happened just now. Even if he wouldn't take the initiative to come here, I would ask him about it. I helped Patrick seated on the sofa. Sitting up, he looked at me and said, "What do you want to know? Go ahead." Sure enough, he knew me. Sitting opposite him and looking at him, I thought for a moment before asking, "What happened? What did Kelsi do?" "Ever since she left last time, per my order, Louis had been keeping an eye on everything about her, including the ones she contacted. As expected, she dealt with the ones who smuggled guns and bribed a murderer, asking him to kill someone." Patrick didn't state who Kelsi had wanted to kill explicitly. Even so, I knew that it was me. I looked at Patrick, asking, "What did you do?