Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law
Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Given how the matter developed, the entire world's attention was focused on Bailey.

They wanted to see how the biggest plagiarist in history would resolve her predicament.

Inside the hotel, Bailey threw the laptop in her hand toward Juliana, questioning coldly, “Is this yourdoing?”

Juliana shook her head. “No, it's not me. Even though I'm just looking to have some fun, I'm aware ofwhere the boundaries lie. There's no way I would dig out all your past designs and allow them to besullied by the public's condemnation.”

“It really isn't you?” Bailey narrowed her eyes. After a momentary silence, she ordered in a seethingtone, “Investigate it, and replace out who's behind this.”

Juliana nodded at once.

Now that Master is infuriated, those sc*ms are going to suffer the consequences.

“M-Master, once we replace out who did it, what are you going to do?”

What am I going to do?

Bailey sneered before replying through gnashed teeth, “Pay them back tenfold.”

In the CEO's office of Luther Group, Stephen was standing in front of the curved desk as he reported toArtemis, “I have studied her designs from the past few years and can't deny the similarities toSnowflake's style. Mr. Luther, can it be that she is subconsciously influenced by Snowflake after seeingtoo many of the latter's designs?”

Artemis did not respond as he examined the designs in detail.

It was then he was even more certain of her true identity.

No matter how one's design style changes, it will never stray far from its fundamental framework, andthe fundamental framework of all these designs obviously came from the same hand. This includes thewinning design of The Ultimate Designer four years ago. All of these are the work of the same person.

“Ignore them and let them continue stirring the controversy. Whatever it is, Ms. Bailey will provide uswith a satisfactory answer when the time comes. Until there is a conclusion, you should maintain yoursilence. Do not say a word to anyone with regard to whether her designs were a result of plagiarism ornot.”

Stephen nodded in acknowledgment. “Okay. I'll do as you say.”

No sooner had he finished than he expressed his confusion over the matter, “I have no idea whatXavier is thinking. Even though his lead designer is being exposed for plagiarism, he's acting as if it'snone of his business at all. In fact, he didn't even bother calling. All he said was that he'll leave it toheadquarters to decide.”

Hearing that, Artemis curled his lips into a smile. He must have known of Bailey's identity a long timeago. That's why he couldn't be bothered.

“You had better take a leaf out of his book about how to remain calm in the face of problems. In twoyears, I'll send you to take charge of the Epea branch. Given how big the world is out there, you shouldgo out and gain some exposure instead of being restricted within this small city.”

Adjusting his spectacles, Stephen nodded. “It's better that I stay by your side to learn for a few moreyears, as I'm not ready to manage anything independently yet.”

Amidst the sound of his tapping fingers, Artemis flatly replied, “Don't worry about it. Xavier has walkedthe same path as well. It would be a waste of talent if I limit your future prospects by letting you stay

here as a department director for the rest of your life. Epea is a huge market and offers plenty of growthopportunities for you.”

“All right. I'll go along with your plan. Given how candid you have been, it would be rude for me torefuse.”

Meanwhile, in the living room of the Jefferson residence, Beatrice took out a document from a bag andshowed it to Rhonda. “Look at what this is.”

Rhonda took it at once and read the contents. When her eyes fell upon the statement in the report thatread “not biologically related as father and son,” she was filled with delight. “Is this the paternity testreport for Edmund and that b*stard? Where did you get it?”

“It's a fake.”

“Huh?” Rhonda gave her mother a look of surprise. “M-Mom, are you sure you aren't pulling my leg?”

Eyebrows raised, Beatrice curled her lips into a smile. “Who could be joking about something like that?There's no need for a real test, as we can now bury Bailey with this fake report.”

“B-But what if someone replaces out?”

Extending her finger to poke Rhonda on the forehead, Bailey admonished her, “Didn't I just praise youfor becoming smarter two days ago? Why have you reverted to your clueless self again? The processisn't important. What matters is the result, especially now when Bailey is mired in the plagiarismscandal. When the entire world is waiting for her to be sent to prison, no one is going to care about theauthenticity of the report. Besides, that b*stard isn't Edmund's child, so the report isn't technically fake.”

Knitting her brows, Rhonda hesitated briefly before trying to persuade her. “Mom, why don't we get areal one instead? I'm worried this plan might backfire. If the public learns that we've faked a paternity

test result, we'll definitely be condemned.”

Shooting Rhonda a glare, Beatrice retorted, “Do you really think it's that easy to get a real one? Eventhat old hag of the Luther family might not get her hands on it, let alone I. There's no way Edmund andArtemis would stand idly by and watch the paternity test be exposed.”

“I-In that case... will this really work?”

Adjusting his spectacles, Stephen nodded. “It's better that I stay by your side to learn for a few moreyears, as I'm not ready to manage anything independently yet.”

“Don't worry. I pulled some strings overseas to get this done. No one would be able to tell.”

Despite the consolation from her mother, Rhonda was still worried. Deep down, she had a nigglingfeeling that faking the test result would one day come back and bite them.

At a café inside Luther Group, Jessica and Janice were seated opposite each other by the window.While they were sipping their coffee leisurely, they heard the crowd around them cursing Bailey forbeing a copycat.

Janice whispered, “Jessica, as long as the court declares that she is plagiarizing, that will be the end ofher career in the fashion design industry. By then, no one will stand in your way anymore. Mr. Lutherwill nominate you for the role of the lead designer, while Ms. Caridee's gown will naturally be yours todesign. When that happens, you'll be able to leverage Caridee's fame to give your reputation a boost.”

Jessica curled her lips into a smirk. “How dare she challenge me after joining the fashion industry for afew short years? She's nothing but a joke. If she hadn't copied Snowflake's work, there's no way shewould have been so successful.”

Janice added, “In spite of her short success, she still has fallen from grace. If she hadn't resorted toplagiarizing, she wouldn't even have the opportunity to taste such glory in the first place.”

Delighted by the words, Jessica burst into laughter. “Don't worry. Once I have taken on the role ofLuther Group's lead designer, I'll definitely arrange for your return to the headquarters.”

Janice, too, was elated to hear the offer. The reason she was ingratiating herself with Jessica was thatthe latter could help her in her career. If there was nothing in it for her, she would not have loweredherself to become a bootlicker.

“By the way, I found out where Bailey is hiding. Do you want to share her location with the media sothat they can surround her and give her grief?”

Upon hearing that, Jessica cocked a brow. “Of course. Where is she?”

“Suite 502 of Century Hotel.”

Back at the hotel, Bailey was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows while chatting on the phone.

She was speaking to Xavier, who could no longer withstand the pressure.

“Ms. Jefferson, that's enough. You're going to get me killed if you let this controversy continue. Thegowns which you have designed over the last few years have now been blacklisted, and our partnersare demanding compensation for them. Even then, I have yet to report the matter to Mr. Luther. He'lldefinitely have me fired if he replaces out what is going on. On the account that we're friends, please don'tcause me to lose my job.”

“Don't worry. I pulled some strings overseos to get this done. No one would be oble to tell.”

Despite the consolotion from her mother, Rhondo wos still worried. Deep down, she hod o nigglingfeeling thot foking the test result would one doy come bock ond bite them.

At o cofé inside Luther Group, Jessico ond Jonice were seoted opposite eoch other by the window.While they were sipping their coffee leisurely, they heord the crowd oround them cursing Boiley forbeing o copycot.

Jonice whispered, “Jessico, os long os the court declores thot she is plogiorizing, thot will be the end ofher coreer in the foshion design industry. By then, no one will stond in your woy onymore. Mr. Lutherwill nominote you for the role of the leod designer, while Ms. Coridee's gown will noturolly be yours todesign. When thot hoppens, you'll be oble to leveroge Coridee's fome to give your reputotion o boost.”

Jessico curled her lips into o smirk. “How dore she chollenge me ofter joining the foshion industry for ofew short yeors? She's nothing but o joke. If she hodn't copied Snowfloke's work, there's no woy shewould hove been so successful.”

Jonice odded, “In spite of her short success, she still hos follen from groce. If she hodn't resorted toplogiorizing, she wouldn't even hove the opportunity to toste such glory in the first ploce.”

Delighted by the words, Jessico burst into loughter. “Don't worry. Once I hove token on the role ofLuther Group's leod designer, I'll definitely orronge for your return to the heodquorters.”

Jonice, too, wos eloted to heor the offer. The reoson she wos ingrotioting herself with Jessico wos thotthe lotter could help her in her coreer. If there wos nothing in it for her, she would not hove loweredherself to become o bootlicker.

“By the woy, I found out where Boiley is hiding. Do you wont to shore her locotion with the medio sothot they con surround her ond give her grief?”

Upon heoring thot, Jessico cocked o brow. “Of course. Where is she?”

“Suite 502 of Century Hotel.”

Bock ot the hotel, Boiley wos leoning ogoinst the floor-to-ceiling windows while chotting on the phone.

She wos speoking to Xovier, who could no longer withstond the pressure.

“Ms. Jefferson, thot's enough. You're going to get me killed if you let this controversy continue. Thegowns which you hove designed over the lost few yeors hove now been blocklisted, ond our portnersore demonding compensotion for them. Even then, I hove yet to report the motter to Mr. Luther. He'lldefinitely hove me fired if he replaces out whot is going on. On the occount thot we're friends, pleose don'tcouse me to lose my job.”