Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 141

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."

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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 work was mine.

Seeing that I didn't bother with her, Raina was a little unhappy, "Why don't you say anything? Is Mr. Lance going to fire you?"

"You are very noisy."

I rolled my eyes at her.

Raina was stunned for a moment. But she still said, "Hmph, you are arrogant now. You won't be proud anymore after you're fired in a few days."

She left. And the surrounding me around me finally became quiet.

All the other colleagues in the office had been eliminated from the competition. And I was the only one who had entered the intermediary match.

So they were all watching a good show.

I didn't bother to care about so much. Then I made a timetable and contacted several clients and the staff of the Engineering Department. After setting up the schedule with them, I started my work.

For the works like meeting the customers or communicating with the staff of the Engineering Department and those of the Supervisory Department, I got them done during the daytime.

As for modifying the drawings or working on effect pictures, I got them done at night.

I got the workload over a whole week done in four days with a strong will.

On the evening of the fourth day, I was done with communicating with the staff of the Engineering Department and completed all of my previous work plans.

Then I returned to the office, turned on my private computer, and began to think about how to prove that this painting was mine.

I looked at the work on the screen of the computer. And suddenly, I became entangled.

"How to prove this?"

"Having a draft only won't work."

I clicked open the design where there were layers of paintings and details. Even so, anyone could draw such a picture based on the details of the original work.

I didn't have any other evidence to prove that the painting was mine.

It took me two days to ponder on it thoughtfully.

I found a piece of evidence and then overturned it by myself.

There was still one day to go before I had to

show up in the meeting room of Towering High to prove that this work was mine.

However, I didn't make any progress at all.

In fact, I knew that even if Mabel was like me and couldn't fully prove that this work belonged to her, others would also believe her.

I sat in front of the computer. And when I couldn't find a way out, my cell phone rang.

I lowered my head and saw that it was a call from Seth.

I picked up the call. And the first thing he did was to apologize to me. He said, "Sorry, I thought you didn't enter the second round. So I didn't pay attention to the information on the website. When I opened it today, I saw the notice about your plagiarism."

"It's okay."

In fact, if it weren't for Seth's advice on my work in the preliminary contest, I couldn't have entered the preliminary contest.

Seth asked me, "How to solve this problem now?"

With the idea of giving it a try, I told him that I and Mabel were going to fight against each other face to face in a hearing tomorrow.

At the same time, I also told him about my current situation.

I simply couldn't fully prove that this painting belonged to me.

Hearing my words, Seth was silent for a while before saying, "I'll help you think about it."

In fact, at this time, I no longer held any hope.

I only thanked him.

At 11 p.m., I had been sitting in front of the computer for a whole day. And I couldn't think of any good way to prove that this painting belonged to me.

I simply decided to give it up.

I decided to go to bed!

Early the next morning, I woke up and looked at the computer that was still on. And I regretted it so much.

I probably could have come up with a good idea over the past night.

But now it was too late for me to regret it.

After packing up my laptop, I took it and went to the Towering High Group.

By the time I arrived at the gate of the Towering High Group, Dion had been waiting there for me. He wore a black suit trimmed with tinsels which looked quite high-end today.

When he saw me, he immediately came over and asked me nervously, "How's it going? Do you have the confidence to persuade them?"

"Let's talk about it when we get there."

I was going to face a debate, which was more like a hearing. In that case, I surely couldn't say something discouraging before it started.

At this moment, I seemed to have anticipated the result.

Sensing that I was speaking diffidently, Dion was even more worried. And he said, "What do you mean by saying that? Are you confident or not? Is this work yours? Don't embarrass me at that time, okay?"

I was in a mess in my heart. And I didn't want to say anything.

Dion was persistent as he said, "If this work is not yours, leave quickly. Don't make a fool of yourself here!"

"Hey, what's the matter? Are you having an internal conflict before the hearing starts?"

When Dion was questioning me, I heard a woman's sharp voice.

I looked up and saw Mrs. Emerson and Mabel standing at the door of the elevator.

The meeting room was on the seventh floor.

The only way to get there was to take the elevator.

As Dion, who originally was a little guilty, saw them, he could only pretend to be relaxed. And he straightened up his spine, tidied up his suit, and calmly said, "This work belongs to Charlotte Archer. We are fully prepared."

"Really? Let's wait and see."

Mrs. Emerson glanced at me. And her eyes were always full of contempt.

The elevator came just in time.

The four of us went up together.

On the seventh floor, a lot of people had been sitting in the conference room.

I looked around and found all of them unfamiliar. However, a few of them were familiar to me.

One was Wendy. And the other was Wilson.

It was understandable that Wendy was here.

And Wilson was Patrick's assistant.

I couldn't figure out why he was here.

The meeting would begin at 9 a.m. And it was only 8:30 a.m.

Mabel and I sat on the side respectively to sort out our things. And Dion kept asking me in my ear, "Do you have the confidence or not? Are you sure about it? If you make a fool of me, I will fire you!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Lance. The work is mine. I didn't copy hers."

Besides saying so, I didn't know what else to say to Dion.

Finally, it was 9 a.m.

Wilson stood up, walked to the center of the conference room, and said, "Hello, everyone. I am Mr. Cowell's assistant. My name is Wilson Jacob. Mr. Cowell has something to do this morning. So I am

in charge of this meeting for the time being."

Dion, Mrs. Emerson, and Wendy as well as a few other people were all polite to Wilson.

As soon as Wilson announced that the meeting now began, Mabel eagerly turned on her laptop and then showed the draft of her excellent work step by step as well as the 3D model on her computer.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It was clear that she had drawn the draft by herself. But the 3D model she showed was exactly the same as mine. And even the cutting point was exactly the same as that of mine.

I could conclude that she had directly got my original document through some channels.

And it was something more serious than

plagiarism.