Natalie pulled up the Griffith Group’s new collection for him to see. “Jerome, look at what you’ve done! You destroyed my original sketches. Now, even though I know they stole my work, I have no proof. I just have to watch them profit from my designs.”
“I’ve already cut ties with your family. Why do you all keep coming after me? You even stoop to stealing my work. The Scott family… you’re not human. You’re all monsters.”
Tears streamed down her face. She was heartbroken. How could she have been born into such a family? To be reborn, only to come from that woman’s womb again…
Seeing her cry, Jerome felt a pang of guilt. “Natalie, no matter what you say, I didn’t do it.”
Luna’s voice was sharp with anger. “We have video evidence, and you still have the nerve to deny it? Boss, let’s call the police.”
Natalie nodded. “Okay.”
“Natalie, you can’t frame me like this!” Jerome panicked. “I have a race coming up, and I have to win. I’m telling you, I didn’t do it!”
“Then explain this,” Natalie said, pointing to the video of him taking the pictures. “Who did you send them to?”
Jerome knew she would never believe him. “I told you, I didn't send them to anyone. I don't know who deleted the photos from my phone.”
“Save it. You’re just as rotten as your despicable father,” Natalie spat. Just wait. I’ll send you to hell myself. The race was only a few days away. She could afford to wait. Jerome, that shameless, rotten bastard, would not have a happy ending.
At the mention of his father, Jerome’s anger flared. “Speaking of which, did you frame my dad last night?”


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