Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 140

I followed Dion into the office.

He closed the door and then looked at me with a serious look on his face, "Charlotte Archer, why are you so confused? Although Mr. Cowell is helping you get to the final, you couldn't have copied someone else's work!"

"I didn't copy her work. She copied mine instead."

I said calmly.

"Did she plagiarize you? How could it be possible? You entered the second round with a ranking of being the last one among the 50. This time, the work was well-completed with an innovative idea. At first glance, it was obvious that Mabel had spent a lot of effort on it. You could have plagiarized others' works instead. But why did you plagiarize hers?"

Dion's words indicated that he didn't believe what I said at all.

He only believed that it was I who had copied Mabel's work.

But I didn't blame him.

After all, although my design skill was

somewhat good in the company, it wasn't at the same level as Mabel's.

Mabel had won many awards in the domestic industry. And the theme of her works was innovative.

I also paid more or less attention to her works.

"I didn't copy her work. There's an original version of it on my computer," I said.

In fact, I knew that an original version of my work wasn't convincing at all. After all, if I wanted to imitate such a kind of thing, I could make it in a short period.

However, besides this, I didn't know what else with which I could prove my innocence.

Dion looked at me with disappointment in his eyes. He didn't intend to hear me out at all.

He sat in the chair as he said, "If you didn't copy her work this time, Mr. Cowell probably could get you to the final. But you didn't work hard and didn't even design the work by yourself. Instead, you plagiarized someone else's work directly. Then no one can help you."

"Now that you're determined, it's useless for me to say anything."

I didn't bother to say anything more to him.

Among Mabel and I, nobody would believe that she was the one who had copied my work.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard Dion say behind him, "Alas, wait!"

"What's the matter?"

"No, I'm just wondering. You are somewhat capable at ordinary times And you also have a few good works. Why did you copy her work? What are you after?"

Dion sat there, pat the table, and frowned.

His face was full of confusion.

I looked at him and asked, "Yeah, what do I want? Is there something wrong with my mind? Otherwise, why should I have copied her work?" Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"Well..."

Dion looked at me and couldn't help nodding.

After thinking about it for a moment, he looked at me with a suspicious expression and asked, "So, you didn't copy her work, right?"

I replied, "I didn't. She copied mine instead. But I don't know why she did so."

Dion frowned, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and frowned. Then he nodded and thought, "Yeah, what does she want? Your work is good. Even so, as long as she exerts 50% of her strength, she surely can enter the final."

Dion asked, "Do you have any enemies?"

"Enemies?"

"I do have."

"In fact, there are a lot of them."

I was thinking about how to talk to Dion...

Then, the door of his office was pushed open.

Two women came in one after another.

I didn't know neither of them.

"Mrs. Emerson." Dion saw them and immediately stood up with a smile on his face.

I guessed that Mrs. Emerson mentioned by Dion was the woman in front of him.

Mrs. Emerson didn't even look at me. She went straight to the front of Dion's desk and patted it as she said, "Call Charlotte Archer in your company here."

It turned out that she was looking for me.

Dion winked at me and said, "Go out first. I'll look for you later."

I realized that he seemed to want to help me.

I hesitated for a moment, thinking that Mrs. Emerson surely was angry with me. When I considered going out first, the younger woman behind Mrs. Emerson suddenly stopped me and said, "Don't leave. I have seen the news of your sister online. Are you Charlotte Archer?"

"News about Caroline?"

The younger woman probably was referring to the video of Caroline being raped which was rampant all over the internet a few days ago.

Hearing that, Mrs. Emerson turned to look at me. And his eyes were burning with anger as she said, "Are you Charlotte Archer? I finally see you. How dare you copy Mabel's work?"

I realized that the woman behind her was Mabel Hyde.

I has only heard Mabel's name before.

It was the first time I had seen her.

Mabel, who wasn't tall, looked slightly fat. But she got a fierce look in her eyes.

"I didn't copy her work," I said lightly.

"No?" Mrs. Emerson looked at me, "What do you mean? Did you say that Mabel plagiarized your work instead? Hahaha."

After that, she laughed out loud.

She looked exaggerating. And Mabel behind her also had a rude look on her face, "That's right. A third-rate designer like you has to look at yourself in the mirror. How could I have copied your work?"

"How would I know?"

My face was calm all the time.

After all, I was confident in this matter. And I didn't need to overwhelm them with my voice.

"How come you don't know? Bah! How come you are so arrogant after plagiarizing someone else's work?" Mrs. Emerson looked at Dion and shouted, "Dion Lance, let me tell you, such a person like her has to be fired. Immediately!"

Dion stood where he was with a helpless smile on his face. Then he looked at Mrs. Emerson who was shouting and said, "Don't be angry. Let's talk about it properly."

Mrs. Emerson said directly, "How can we talk about it properly? Your people plagiarised Mabel's work. What's wrong? Do you think that I will just let her go like this because she is Mr. Cowell's lover?"

"Mr. Cowell's lover?" I looked up at Mrs. Emerson.

She also looked at me, "What's wrong? Do you dare not to admit what you have done? We all know it clearly. And you can't hide it."

Mabel also echoed, "That's right. Do you think that if you don't tell us about it, won't we know that you and your elder sister are serving a man together? Every wall in the world has ears!"

I was stunned on the spot.

"How could there be such a rumor?"

"Two girls are serving one man?"

"Hehe."

"I can't do such a disgusting thing."

But I also saw that the two of them were well prepared and that they naturally wouldn't let me go easily.

I looked at Mrs. Emerson and then at Mabel, "Don't shout. When it comes to this matter, it's not that whoever says more loudly will be more in the right. Besides, the works of ours are very similar to each other. Why it has to be me who plagiarized your work? Can't it be that you took somebody's money and came to plagiarize my work on purpose?"

After I said that, Mabel was stunned.

The expression on her face immediately became unnatural.

But Mrs. Emerson acted differently. She sneered and said, "Did she plagiarized your work? Everyone knows Mabel's design level, okay? Why did she copy the work of a third-rate designer like you?"

"How do I know?"

I shrugged.

Seeing the situation, Dion said, "How about this? We can't get a result even if we continue quarreling here today. Go back. And you two will sort out the evidence respectively to prove that the work is designed by you. Then we will find a time to see the evidence presented by you and then let some people be the judges."

In fact, I thought what Dion had proposed was feasible.

However, Mrs. Emerson wasn't willing to do so. And she said, "Why? She plagiarised Mabel's work. How come we still have to present evidence? Do you need evidence? The fact that Mabel submitted her work earlier than she did shows everything!"

I argued with Mrs. Emerson, "Did she submit her work many days ahead of me? If it is just a few days, I can't draw anything in a few days even if I draw the design completely based on her work. And the works we submitted this time are completely confidential. I don't have any way to know her work."

Mabel, who was standing by the side, spoke up for herself righteously and confidently.

But in the end, there was no result.

In the end, we decided to do as Dion said, taking a week's time to sort out the materials to prove that the work was designed by Mabel or me respectively. Then, a week later, we would display the evidence in the meeting room of Towering High.