Elliot nodded. “Just put it here.”
Felicia looked worriedly at Anastasia, who was staring at the jewelry box on the table. Sneering in her
heart, Anastasia assumed that this man was making a concerted effort to court Aliona. He even bought
matching bracelets now!
“If nothing else, I’m going back to work now,” she said indifferently. She didn’t want to be here for
another second.
“Take care, Anastasia. You don’t look good.” Looking at her from behind, he was concerned.
“I’m very good,” she replied without even turning her head, “and I don’t need your concern, President
Presgrave.”
He had invited her over solely to let her notice the matching bracelets—a goal that was now
accomplished.
Just as she reached the door, she came to a halt and turned to face the man sitting on the sofa. With a
profound tone, she asked, “I heard that you’re dating Aliona, President Presgrave. Is that true?”
Hearing it from himself was way better than relying on the rumors.
“Who said that? Is there such a thing?” With a slightly raised brow, Elliot gave an answer that was
neither admitting or denying the rumors.
That pricked Anastasia’s heart. When she heard his evasive response, she turned around and walked
away in determination.
He clutched his fist tightly as he watched her walk away. She looks really haggard; are my actions
going too far?
She did not return to her office after leaving the president’s office. Instead, she left the atelier and spent
some time alone in the café next door because her thoughts were in a mess.
Meanwhile, Alice entered Anastasia’s room with a cup of coffee in hand; she was eager to see
Anastasia’s pitiful state after being dumped. She did not expect the room to be empty and had intended
to leave. However, at that moment, she saw a few sketches on the table and an idea popped up in her
mind. Then, she examined the
sketches and they stunned her right on the spot.
They were absolutely amazing. Based on the concept of the starry sky, the sketches were exquisite
and finely drawn, as if they were natural creations.
An immense sense of envy filled her heart. She quickly took her phone and photographed the sketches
before hurriedly returning them to their origiñal location and leaving Anastasia’s office.
When Alice came out, no one was around and no one noticed her presence either. Feeling relieved,
she went straight back to her office.
As she sat on her seat and looked at the sketches, she had an evil intention in her heart. She assumed
the sketches were what Anastasia was working on for the upcoming jewelry show. Things would be
interesting if Anastasia was caught plagiarizing, Alice reasoned.
She already had a plan in mind. Using her phone, she contacted a designer from the company’s
competitor who happened to be preparing for the same jewelry show as well. She wanted the designer
to upload the sketches at first instance and save them as source files as she knew that for Anastasia,
the sketches were only the first drafts. When the plagiarism issue came to light, the time the source file
was uploaded to the computer would be the deciding factor.
And the designer that Alice contacted did the same. After making a few minor modifications, she
immediately sent it to the fåctory to have the finished product made and displayed at the exhibition
counter before Anastasia could do anything.
In the meantime, at the Department of Design, Aliona’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller and
walked out of her office before she switched her phone to silent mode. She didn’t answer the phone
until she was out of the atelier. “Hello, Father. Sorry, it was inconvenient for me to pick up your call
earlier.”
“Have you received the flowers that I’ve sent?”
“Yes, but Father, don’t do it again in case Elliot notices.”
“It’s not a big deal; I merely wanted to express my concern. Aliona, is there any progress between Elliot
and you?”
She happily curved the corners of her mouth in response. “Obviously. I believe he is now attracted to
me. I’ll be able to finish the mission in no time.”
“Did Anastasia hinder you?”
A sense of arrogance flashed through her eyes. “Father, she can’t hinder me at all. I overestimated her
earlier.”
“That’s good, as long as she doesn’t get in the way of our plan,” Riley replied in his deep voice.
“I’ll follow the plan and get what we want as soon as possible, Father, which is to sleep with Elliot, get
pregnant with his child, and force him to marry me.” Aliona couldn’t wait to prove her attractiveness and
take the credit before Riley.
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