Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 619

Chapter 619 Plagiarism

Upon returning to her office, Amelia put all her focus on work and came up with three drafts for her client. When her spine began to hurt, she shuffled a little in her seat and took a break by browsing the internet, only to come across a shocking news article.

Author Tiffany Winters, whose best-selling novel has been made into a film, is suspected of plagiarizing three fantasy novels: Snowdrop Spirit, I’m Looking for Mommy, and Don’t Call My Name Late at Night.

Amelia read the entire made-up story but couldn’t find a single name attached to it. Even so, the netizens had already been divided into three groups in the comments section: Tiffany’s loyal fans, internet trolls who seemed to be helping the mastermind fan the flames, and those who knew nothing but just wanted to enjoy the show.

After going through the comments briefly, Amelia closed the article, took out her phone, and walked out of the design department with Jolin in tow.

“What’s wrong, Mrs. Clinton?” Jolin asked, concerned.

Amelia raised her phone in the air. “Are you good with computers, Jolin?”

The latter nodded. “Mr. Clinton once got me to hack into a rival company’s system and steal a bunch of their information.”

“Good. I need you to find out who’s behind the article accusing Tiffany of plagiarism.”

“I understand, Mrs. Clinton. I’ll look into it right away,” Jolin replied sternly. “I just came across that article too, and it’s clearly made-up. Whoever wrote it couldn’t even come up with any evidence of plagiarism. They’re obviously trying to slander Ms. Winters just because her novel’s gotten a film adaptation, but I won’t let them succeed. Mr. Clinton’s invested in the film.”

“You can go ahead. I have to use the bathroom.”

“It’s no hurry. I’ll wait for you.”

Amelia entered the bathroom and dialed Tiffany’s number but couldn’t get through.

When the woman still couldn’t reach her best friend after five attempts, she began to worry.

She then dropped the call and walked out of the bathroom. “Jolin, I need to drop by Tiff’s place. She’s not picking up my calls. I’m worried about her.”

“I’ll take you there, Mrs. Clinton.”

Amelia nodded.

After requesting the day off from Eduardo, she left in a hurry, not caring what her coworkers might think of her for taking so many days off work.

Jolin swiftly drove her to Tiffany’s apartment block.

Amelia then found the elevator, pressed a button, and ran toward the door to Tiffany’s apartment as soon as she arrived on the right floor.

But despite pressing the doorbell and calling Tiffany on the phone countlessly, there was no answer.

“Tiff! Are you in there? Open up!” yelled Amelia.

Yet, no one came to the door.

“Calm down, Mrs. Clinton,” Jolin consoled. “I can unlock the door if that’s what you want.”

“Do it.” Amelia didn’t care about anything else at this point. All she wanted was too see Tiffany. What am I going to do if something’s happened to her?

Jolin took out a long and thin needle. After inserting it into the keyhole and giving it the needle a few twists, the door finally opened.

Amelia gazed at her in amazement before barging into the Tiffany’s home.

She hastily searched every room, but her friend was nowhere to be found, and the phone calls remained unanswered.

“If she’s not picking up, how about you try calling Mr. Hisson? They might be with each other now,” Jolin suggested.

“You’re right!” Amelia slapped her own forehead in frustration. “I totally forgot about him.”

She then dialed Derrick’s number, but just like Tiffany, the man didn’t pick up despite multiple attempts to reach him.

Now, Amelia was truly starting to grow frantic.

“Let’s drop by his office.”

The two headed downstairs and returned to the car. “Go faster, Jolin,” Amelia instructed while putting on her seatbelt.

Jolin picked up the pace, and they arrived at Derrick’s company building in half an hour.

Amelia unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped off the vehicle, only to be dumbfounded at the sight of a swarm of reporters and television hosts crowding around the entrance of the building.

“I’ll help you get in there, Mrs. Clinton,” assured Jolin.

“But there are so many people. Are you sure we’d be able to get in?” Amelia asked with concern.

Jolin nodded.

“But you may have to use a disguise. These reporters and TV hosts have really sharp eyes. Some of them might even recognize you as a member of the Clintons, so we’ll have to be careful,” she said while opening the car door and retrieving a white hat.