Triplets’ Mighty Mom

Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Who Touched My Computer? South nodded his head and exclaimed, “It hurts!” Camila was baffled, “Why on earth did you give him my phone?” she berated. He inquired, “Didn’t you want to, Mommy?” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

She stared straight at him without batting an eye and asserted, “You did that on purpose!” “Why don’t you want to be friends with him, Mommy?” With a straight face, she said, “Because we’re not close.” His brows furrowed tightly together. “Haven’t you met him several times before?” She said in a stern voice, “That doesn’t automatically make us friends.” “But he even helped you earlier.” “I could’ve dealt with it myself even if he hadn’t been there.” Stubbornly, he pressed, “You said we have to thank people who help us. You’re being a little ungrateful right now.” “How am I being ungrateful? Didn’t I invite him in for tea? I gave him fruits too.” South was speechless. Lyla did not get much sleep last night. The thought of Miles going around defending Camila made her blood boil. When she woke up early in the morning, the room was still empty. She became even more furious. Who would have thought that he would stay out overnight? But she did not want to call him. Their relationship had long since succumbed to the seven-year itch. If it were not because the Ryan Family was beneficial to the Brooklyn Family’s business, she would have divorced him a long time ago. Getting up, she tidied herself a bit then went off to her studio. As soon as she entered, her female assistant, Sarah Wheeler, greeted, “Miss Lyla.” Lyla returned her greeting with a murmur then asked, “How were things yesterday?” Sarah shook her head. “There wasn’t a single person.” Lyla stopped in her tracks. “Didn’t the C-list celebrity from last time show interest in one of our dresses? Did she not come over?” “I gave her a call, but she already booked one at a different store. She said our dresses are overpriced and there’s no originality in our designs. She went on about a lot of other things too.” Lyla snorted. “She’s merely a C-list celebrity and she wants to look down on our designs? Just wait until I get a rank on the upcoming major contest. What can they say then?” She opened her fashion studio two years ago, but it never took off. She figured that it was due to the lack of

recognition from a public icon. Therefore, she decided to compete in the upcoming 2019 Eccentric Fashion design contest. The final judge for this major contest was rumored to be the world-renowned fashion designer, Angel. If Lyla managed to gain her approval, then she would ultimately rise to stardom. The popularity of her studio would also follow suit. Nowadays, few people looked at designs; most people cared more about popularity. Sarah echoed, “Yes, they will be kicking themselves when the time comes. Oh, right! Miss Lyla, how is the piece for the contest coming along? There are only a few more days left before the closing date.” Lyla answered nonchalantly, “It’s almost done. I’ll polish it up a bit more today.” In fact, she had already completed the first draft. She just felt like it was missing something so she kept fixing bits and pieces here and there. Going into her office, Lyla turned on her computer and entered her password. After she logged in, she looked for the folder where her design was saved only to realize that it was gone. Her eyes widened. She logged out and logged back in, only for the file to remain missing. Then, she went online to look for it in the cloud, but it was not there either. Flustered, she shrieked at the door, “Sarah! Sarah!” Sarah came running in. “What’s wrong, Miss Lyla?” With one hand, Lyla pushed over a pile of documents. “Who touched my computer?” Sarah started backing out in fear. “I didn’t touch it, Miss Lyla. Don’t you have a password on your computer? Who could’ve gone in?” Lyla was also dumbfounded because of that. She set up several different passwords on her computer. How did everything disappear overnight?