Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel 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."

I ignored her.

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.