"Isabella, I've tolerated you for a long time. Pulling a stunt this despicable... I don't think Prism Creative Agency is going to last much longer!"
"Whether it lasts or not is none of your business! Stop throwing your weight around in my office!"
Elena stepped forward, backing her directly into a corner. "What if I feel like throwing my weight around? If I beat you half to death right here, what could you possibly do about it? Believe me, I could snap your neck in a second!"
Before she even finished speaking, Elena's hand clamped down on Isabella's throat.
"Someone... someone help!" Isabella's face drained of color.
She had completely underestimated Elena.
She never expected her to actually get physical.
"If it isn't Elena. What brings you here, and why are we resorting to violence?"
A man's voice suddenly rang out from the doorway. Elena glanced over and saw Patrick Sinclair standing there.
"Patrick, save me! Patrick!" Isabella pleaded the moment she saw him.
She was terrified that Elena might actually snap.
Patrick, however, remained completely calm, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Isabella, what are you panicking for? Elena is just trying to scare you. She would never actually lay a hand on you here. Honestly, look at you trembling."
Elena released her grip.
She had underestimated Patrick.
He had seen right through her intentions instantly.
"Patrick, so you're the one pulling the strings behind Prism!" Everything finally clicked into place for Elena.
"Hahaha, yes, Elena, it's me. Do you have a problem with that?"
Just then, another familiar figure appeared at the door. Dylan had arrived.
"Taking advantage of my absence to bully my Elena?" Dylan said, walking straight to her side.
"Why are you here?" Elena asked softly.
"I was worried about you, so I came to check on you."
Elena knew she wouldn't get any more answers out of her, but she had already pieced it all together anyway.
Inside the office.
"Have a seat, Dylan. What do you think of my setup here?"
"Not bad. You've grown up, Patrick. You're no longer the innocent little brother I thought you were. Or perhaps, I was just blind all along."
Patrick chuckled. "Don't say that. No matter what happens, you'll always be my brother. That's an undeniable fact."
"I know about your company abroad. I underestimated you."
"The feeling is mutual. You have your own company abroad too, don't you?"
All those years of playing the sweet, innocent younger brother—this was his true face.
"I don't care what your grand plan is, but you leave Elena out of it. Tell me, why are you targeting her? Why steal LUMEN Studio's designs?"
"As for that, I'll give her a proper explanation later. Don't worry, it was all done by my subordinates. It has nothing to do with me. I had absolutely no idea. You have to believe me, Dylan!" Patrick said, feigning utter sincerity.

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The readers' comments on the novel: Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn
Gente que final mais sem Graça ,author simplesmente estragou tudo no final!...
Aff ta estragando...
Ah por favor author nao estrague o final !...
Sim (eu sabia o final nao podia ser assim)quero meu bebe dylan vivo um belo casamento e de quebra 2 filhos pra eles bianca salva e por favor author quero que a michele sofra esse final que ta agora da bianca que seja da michele sem lingua pernas e bracos sem olhos e mendigando!...
Gente cade o mentor dela e a pedra tem que ser algo que de pra ressuscitar o dylan e a bianca! Nao me importo com nada so quero eylan de volta com ela um belo casamento entre os 2!...
Gente nao creio nisso dylan e bianca morrerem!...
She's too busy winning to watch him cry novel pls post this novel...
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