Watching how fast she fled and shut the door behind her, a chuckle escaped Shane’s lips and he drank another sip of his water.
Approximately ten minutes later, Natalie came out after changing her clothes and blow-drying her hair.
Shane handed her the document folder on the coffee table.
Natalie looked down at the folder after taking it from it. “What is this?”
Shane crossed his legs and answered calmly, “Evidence of Jasmine’s plagiarizing history.”
Natalie’s brows shot up and she looked down again to open the folder. Taking out the evidence inside, she skimmed through it and stuffed it back in before placing it on the coffee table again. Training her eyes on the man sitting across her, she asked, “Why are you giving this to me, Mr. Shane?”
“Don’t you need it?” Shane propped his head on his hand.
Natalie smiled. “No, I don’t. I’ve long since known that she’s been plagiarizing and I already possess some evidence against her.”
“I know you do. During yesterday’s competition, she copied Ms. Daphne’s work, and since Ms. Daphne is your mentor, you would’ve picked it up instantly and neither will you stand by doing nothing.”
“Then, why did you still bring me evidence, Mr. Shane?” Natalie narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, unable to read his thoughts.
Shane’s gaze fell on the folder as he explained, “You didn’t finish reading it. What I have isn’t just evidence of her plagiarism from yesterday, but also of every design she has plagiarized since her debut, including her ethnic minority clothing design from today.”
Hearing this, Natalie’s eyes widened in surprise and she quickly picked up the folder to flip through the documents again.
After she was done reading, she sucked in a sharp breath.
Indeed, she had severely underestimated Jasmine. Jasmine had plagiarized more than she initially thought possible. Not to mention, Jasmine managed to find many popular works to plagiarize. What left Natalie completely dumbfounded was the design from earlier that day.
The design was of a gown belonging to an ethnic group’s high priestess. The gown was passed down from ancient times, so there was no original design drawing and no way to find out who the designer was. Hence, Jasmine had no qualms copying it and claiming the design as her own.
It took Natalie a long time to recover from her shock. Putting down the folder, she tentatively asked, “Mr. Shane, are you giving me this in exchange for my help in doing something?”
Shane nodded. “I know you haven’t exposed Jasmine yet because you’re waiting for the right opportunity. And I want you to defeat her once and for all when that opportunity arises.”
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Feel the Way You Feel, My Love