Natalie’s cold laugh was strangely beautiful. “Verna, you want to know why I’m crazy? How does it feel, using my stolen designs?”
The moment Verna saw Natalie, she knew why she was here.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. How could I possibly steal your designs? You were just a director parachuted into the company. Compared to a seasoned designer with real talent like me, where do you get the nerve to accuse me of plagiarism?”
Natalie took another step forward, her eyes glowing with a cold light. She looked like a demon crawled out of hell, yet her eyes remained as clear and pure as spring water.
“Then let’s go. To the police station. I have ways of proving you stole my work.”
“Get up,” Natalie commanded.
Verna froze, then shouted back, “I didn’t do it! Don’t you dare slander me!” She shot a desperate glance at Joanna, silently pleading for help.
Natalie saw the exchange and everything clicked into place. “Why are you looking at Joanna? You two know each other. Oh, I get it now. Jerome took pictures of my designs, but he never sent them to anyone. Yet, the photos vanished from his album. The only people who could have gotten to his phone were Joanna and Sebastian. Who else could it be?”
Joanna glared at her. “Natalie, I think you’ve lost your mind. You can’t design anything yourself, so you accuse others of theft? If you’re so capable, why don’t you just draw something new?”
“But isn’t what you stole what I drew?” Natalie retorted with a smile.
“Don’t you dare make false accusations! I didn’t do it!” Joanna clutched Sebastian’s arm. “Sebastian, say something! Natalie is causing a scene. Just have someone throw her out.”

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