Coolest Girl in Town (Elise and Alexander)
Chapter 214

Chapter 214

Chapter 214 I Didn’t Plagiarize It,Coolest Girl in Town

“Alright. I’ll hold you to it, then.” The smile Elise gave Alexander was so sincere that it was practicallyinfectious, and he voluntarily reached out to grasp her hand. “Come on, let’s go home.” Shoulder toshoulder, they walked off into the moonlit night. … The next day, Elise went to work as usual, only for agrim Brendan to follow her into her office immediately upon her entry. With a complicated look in hiseyes, he stared at her and pursed his lips for a moment before stating, “I have something to ask you,my darling sister-in-law.” Startled by both the appellation and the stern look on his face, she urged, “Goon.”

After a moment of contemplation, he continued, “Have you finished the draft for your design? May I seeit?” Even though Elise found it to be a strange request, she carelessly flipped through her papers tolocate her design draft and hand it over to him. “It’s mostly done. If you need it urgently, I can finish it bytoday.” Yet, Brendan’s expression turned ugly the moment he saw her design draft. “What’s going on?”she queried. In the next second, he lifted his gaze and stared right into her eyes. “Did you show thisdraft to anyone else before this moment?”

After thinking about it earnestly, she answered, “No one has seen it apart from you. Why? Didsomething happen?” Without answering her directly, he pulled out his cell phone and handed it over toher. “Look at this.” Elise took the phone and glanced down at it, and all of the blood drained out of herface. “How is this possible?! This design is my own. How can this person’s design resemble mine somuch?” “This is the work of a local first-rate designer, Coner. She announced it to the public lastevening as part of her new series—the design I showed you being the main diagram.

The whole series is in a style identical to yours.” “It’s my design. I didn’t plagiarize it,” Elise muttereddarkly. The fact of the matter was that Brendan believed her, but his trust would do no good in a

situation where Coner had already published her designs. This meant they could no longer use Elise’sdesign. “We can’t use these diagrams anymore, Elise. You’ll have to redesign them.” The more Elisethought about it, the more she realized that something was wrong.

After all, she had noticed that someone had touched her drawing papers when she came back fromlunch the previous afternoon, and now her design was on the Internet a scant few hours after thatincident. There was no way this could be a coincidence. “I designed this myself—” she uttered slowly,“—and now I suspect that someone has stolen it.” The moment she said that, Brendan stared at hergravely. For some reason, he felt like she was telling the truth, but evidence was needed for everythingnowadays. “Do you have any proof?” It made Elise smile without any warmth in her eyes.

“No, but the truth can’t be hidden or falsified. I will replace the proof I need to claim my innocence. Untilthen, I hope you’ll believe me.” Upon hearing that, he nodded obligingly. “If that’s the case, I have asolution.” Once again, their eyes met and he leaned forward to whisper into her ear. After Brendan left,Elise looked down at the design diagram in her hands and clenched her fists silently. After putting thediagram away, she took up a blank piece of paper and began to redo her design in a brand new style.

Not long after that, Molly walked in with a fresh cup of coffee. “Your coffee, Miss Sinclair.” Keeping hereyes on the drawing, Elise answered carelessly, “Put it down. I’ll drink it after I finish my drawing.” “Ofcourse, Miss Sinclair.” Molly was quick to respond. After putting the coffee aside, she turned to leave,only to have Elise stop her. “Just a moment.” Molly turned back at that. “Did you need something else,Miss Sinclair?”

It was only then that Elise paused in her motions and slowly lifted her head to stare at Molly. Her gazewas as clear as always and free of any stray thoughts, but Molly got the vague impression that she wasbehaving differently than normal. “I have a question for you, Molly.” Molly nodded and added, “Goahead, Miss Sinclair.” Humming her acknowledgment, Elise continued, “Thing is, something has gonemissing from my office yesterday.

Did you see anyone come in here around lunchtime?” Immediately, Molly looked shocked. “Have youlost something, Miss Sinclair? What is it? Is it valuable? Nothing like this has ever happened in ourstudio. Perhaps you should search for it again.” Staring at the woman placidly, Elise continued,“Theobject itself isn’t very valuable, but I did lose it, after all. Perhaps I should file a police report.” Ofcourse, the mention of a police report terrified Molly out of her wits, but she willed herself to keep astraight face. “Maybe that’s blowing things out of proportion, Miss Sinclair.

I don’t think there’s a need to file a police report if it’s nothing valuable, since that will have a negativeimpact on the studio’s image.” The response more or less confirmed Elise’s suspicions, but she onlysneered internally without giving anything away. Nodding her head, she agreed, “You’re right—it’s notvaluable enough to warrant such an action. Even so, I won’t rest until I replace the thief. You may leavenow.” Just like that, Molly felt a chill run down her spine. Even though she felt like Elise was hinting atsomething, she dared not dwell on it and only strode out of the room without a second thought.

It wasn’t until she had left that Elise’s gaze darkened. Meanwhile, as Molly was standing outside theoffice patting her chest and blowing out a sigh of relief, she saw Ashlyn walk in with a strange woman.At once, she went up to welcome them. “Miss Lawson, what a pleasant surprise! What are you doinghere?” Looking at Molly with an indifferent expression, Ashlyn asked carelessly, “Is Brendan in?” “He’sin the office,” Molly answered truthfully.

“Allow me to escort you.” With that, she led Ashlyn to Brendan’s office, whereupon Ashlyn threw openthe door and walked in. “Brendan!” she called out with a broad smile. After all, the pair had grown uptogether and were very familiar with each other. It was only after the previous incident that Brendanwas no longer as gentle with her and only treated her with the cordiality of a casual friend. “Ah—MissLawson.

We have yet to complete the formal gown that you requested of us, but surely you don’t need us to runourselves into the ground for it. I will notify you once we’ve finished the design.” “What are you saying?”

Ashlyn chuckled and continued, “I’m not here to rush you. I’m actually here for another reason.” Withthat, she ushered the woman behind her forward. “I imagine you must be quite familiar with thisperson.” It was none other than the designer, Coner.