Chapter 92
Even so, Angela kept one thing in mind–she knew that Nora wouldn’t let things slide so easily. They were bound to find another excuse to stir up trouble, so she waited patiently.
She didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
“Ms. Graham, that gown cost two million dollars just to make. And yet you casually dismissed it? How am I supposed to explain this to the company?”
Nora stood with her arms crossed, her expression blank but her voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
Angela remained calm, seated at her desk, reviewing the submitted design drafts. Occasionally, she paused to give feedback.
“Nora, I hadn’t planned on holding you accountable for this, but what are you doing now? Are you volunteering to take the blame?” Angela glanced at her with faint amusement, her tone as light as a feather.
Over the past few days, Angela had already looked into everything she needed to know. She couldn’t fathom why Nora would still try to escalate things.
Nora froze, a fleeting panic flashing through her eyes. For a moment, she really thought Angela had uncovered something.
But that was impossible.
The employee who had damaged the gown had already been fired, and no one else knew what had happened that day. How could Angela possibly know?
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“I think you’re just trying to shirk responsibility, Ms. Graham. Aren’t you still the Bamfords
daughter–in–law? What, afraid your husband won’t bail you out if this lands on you?” Nora’s cold laugh dripped with mockery.
Angela couldn’t help but feel exasperated. Even insults had become so sophisticated these days. No vulgar words were said, yet they were sharp enough to sting.
Luckily, she had money of her own, or she might’ve broken down on the spot.
“I’ll give you one last chance. Apologize to me, and I’ll let it go,” Angela said, closing her -laptop and raising an eyebrow at Nora.
Her demeanor only made Nora more convinced she was bluffing. With a sneer, she rétorted, “You’re hilarious. All I’m asking is for you to pay up. Why all the theatrics?”
“Alright.” Angela’s tone remained calm. “If you want to blow this up, I’ll help you.”
She turned to Clara. “Gather everyone.”
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Soon, dozens of people from the entire design department crowded around the office doorway, each one more puzzled than the last.
The scene made Nora falter for a moment, a flicker of unease flashing through her. But she had already come this far. Even if she felt a twinge of guilt, she had no choice but to carry
“Don’t think calling everyone here will intimidate me. This is your fault, and you should take responsibility,” Nora said through gritted teeth, her glare burning with hatred. “What’s going on, Ms. Graham?” Clara asked, voicing the question on everyone’s mind.
“Nora claims I lost a company gown and wants me to pay for it,” Angela stated plainly. “I can explain. When I wore the gown to the hotel, there was already a tear in the back. I had no choice but to change into something else. I left the gown in my car trunk.”
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