All Chapters of Substitute Bride,Substitute Love: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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

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

"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

"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

I clicked open the email and took a general look at its content. There were a total of six contestants in the final. However, at present, as for who the six contestants were, it wasn't revealed. According to the content of the email, in three days, all the contestants should gather at the airport. The relative person in charge of the company should be responsible for organizing us and setting off together. It didn't even indicate where we were going. But I couldn't care too much about it. Since I had decided to take part in the final, even if I had to somewhere dangerous, I had to go there. As I was reading the email, Lisa came over and hugged me from behind, "I know you are sad. He who died can't come back to his life. The reason why he came here this time is that he was worried about you. So you have to take good care of yourself." I lowered my head, grabbed her arm, and said to her, "Before he left, I told him that I wouldn't fall in love with him. Am I