Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Edmund and Chelsea entered the living room from the entrance hall. The living room was flooded withlight from the French windows. It exuded a calm and pleasant atmosphere. Chelsea sighed softly,thinking of how pleasant the life here could be.

Imagining she would live here, there wouldn't be a shortage of ideas for her writing with so much peaceand beauty surrounding her every day.

Roy exited the room. He had maintained a steady demeanor. However, he lost his composure as hiseyes landed on Chelsea. "You!"

Roy's peculiarity went unnoticed by Chelsea. She offered an honest and timid bow before introducingherself. "Mr. Ellis, it's a pleasure to meet you. My pen name is Winter, and my name is Chelsea."

The introduction pulled Roy out of his trance.

He soon regained his composure and extended his hand while saying, "Hello, Chelsea."

He then shook Edmund's hand and said, "Mr. Nelson, please come in."

Edmund bowed his head slightly and then stepped inside Roy's study with Chelsea.

Chelsea was too enthralled just now to see Roy's shocked expression, but Edmund saw it.

Edmund believed that Roy ought to be a self-controlled individual. Unexpectedly, he suddenly lost hiscomposure when he saw Chelsea. Why was that?

This was not the moment to be concerned about such specifics, though.

Edmund and Chelsea were asked to sit on the sofa by Roy. The servant served them coffee.

Roy found himself looking at Chelsea again.

He saw a familiar face in the girl before him.

"Let's get started, Mr. Ellis." Edmund was the first to speak up.

Roy might have been an esteemed senior writer, but he was still a man in the end. When he looked atChelsea once again, Edmund was hostile.

Was it possible that Roy acted lovingly toward his wife only to fool people, but he was actually a nastyguy with a penchant for young, attractive women?

Roy retracted his gaze and focused on his task.

When Roy turned the conversation to business, he got quite serious. Taking a glance at Edmund andChelsea, he asked, "Have you seen Diane and Gerry who just left?"

They affirmatively nodded their heads.

Roy stared at them with a puzzled expression and answered, "To be honest, the draft you presented isthe same as the one they provided me."

"What?" Edmund and Chelsea inquired in astonishment.

On top of that, Roy said, "They sent me half an hour before you."

It implied that Chelsea had stolen the idea from Gerry.

"That's not possible!" Edmund was clear in his denial.

Chelsea's adaptation of the screenplay had a distinct style.

Also, Chelsea had no interest in engaging in such activity.

Angry, Chelsea's eyes became crimson. "What is going on here? I painstakingly wrote the copy I gaveyou word for word."

As a writer, Chelsea had always detested plagiarism the most.

Unfortunately, she was now being accused of copying other people's work. She felt furious andhelpless now.

Edmund could not resist gently grasping her hand as a signal for her to calm down after seeing thatshe was so enraged.

He'd be there to assist her.

In response to their closeness, Roy lifted one eyebrow.

He couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He felt uneasy when Edmund and Chelsea were soclose, to the extent that he even disliked Edmund.

Edmund let go of his hold. He turned around and softly questioned her, "Have you recently receivedany odd emails on your computer? Did you read them?"

The only explanation, according to Edmund's analysis, was that Diane and Gerry had hired someone tobreak into Chelsea's computer using a computer virus.

When Edmund brought it up, Chelsea had a thought. "There were a few e-mails I got. In most cases, Ireview them to determine if they are necessary and remove the unnecessary ones."

Edmund realized that Diane had likely taken her writing in this method.

Chelsea's PC was being remotely watched. She did not immediately send it to Roy after finishingwriting. Instead, she forwarded it to Luka and Edmund to review and awaited feedback.

Here, Diane and Gerry took advantage of the situation by sending the stolen draft directly to Roy. Theywere, therefore, half an hour ahead of Chelsea.

It was not Chelsea's fault. Diane was, to put it bluntly, overly cunning. The innocent Chelsea was neverher match.