Natalie''s coldugh 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 thepany. Compared to a seasoned designer with real talent like me, where do you get the nerve to use me of giarism?"


    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," Nataliemanded.


    Verna froze, then shouted back, "I didn''t do it! Don''t you dare nder me!" She shot a desperate nce at Joanna, silently pleading for help.


    Natalie saw the exchange and everything clicked into ce. "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 red at her. "Natalie, I think you''ve lost your mind. You can''t design anything yourself, so you use 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 usations! I didn''t do it!" Joanna clutched Sebastian''s arm. "Sebastian, say something! Natalie is causing a scene. Just have someone throw her out."


    Sebastian pulled his arm away and looked down at Verna. "You''d better tell the truth. Did you steal Natalie''s designs?" He was giving her a chance.


    Verna knew it, but she had to deny it. "President, I didn''t."


    "President, I didn''t," Joanna echoed, confident that Natalie had no proof. The original drafts had been destroyed.


    away your


    Natalie stared into Verna''s eyes, her voice chillingly calm. "Verna, you''re a talented designer Ive always respected your work. But you''re throwing that respect away."


    Natalie''s icy gaze made Verna''s face flicker with panic, but she quickly masked it.


    "What are you talking about? How could I steal your designs?" Verna tried to feign innocence, but her eyes betrayed her.


    Natalie took a deep breath, deciding to end the charade. She pulled out her phone, showing a video from the security camera she''d installed in her office.


    "This is a detailed record of me


    creating the designs. Every single grawn by my own hand.


    line was


    And this security footage clearly shows the time and te worked. on them every day, as well as the


    entire process of Jerome taking


    them." Natalie held the phone out for Verna to see.


    Verna''s face went pale, a look of pure terror in her eyes. She never expected Natalie to have such concrete evidence.


    "I... I..." she stammered, unable to form aplete sentence.


    "Verna, a designer''s most valuable asset is their integrity. I can''t believe you would do something like this. Natalie looked at her with disappointment "Do you have any idea what this means to me. These were the most important designs for my coboration with the Monroe Group. And you just stole them for your own selfish gain."