Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 129

"He is my boyfriend."

I smiled faintly to cover up the guilt in my heart.

"Really?"

Seth looked at me. And the look in his eyes indicated clearly that he wasn't convinced.

I hesitated for a moment and stared at him firmly, "Yeah. Why did I lie to you? He is very good to me. And I am living a good life now."

Seth frowned deeply and looked at me with a pair of clear eyes.

Although he didn't say anything, I was already a little guilty. Even so, I added, "It's true. I am living a good life now, a very good life."

After that, I pulled back my hand and entered the subway station.

I knew that this lie of mine was like a piece of paper, which would be exposed at any time.

But I didn't have any other choice.

Because I wasn't worthy of Seth's kindness to me.

My life continued. After that day, Seth seemed to have gone back to his hometown.

And I had never seen him.

Ten days later, the first trial of my case began.

Jeremy was sitting in the plaintiff's seat. And I was sitting in the dock.

And the trial began.

I saw Roger, who was caught by the police after an accident happened in Rosy's operation.

He insisted in court that I was the one who had paid him and asked him to create an accident on purpose.

Fortunately, Michael presented the bad deeds Roger had done in the medicinal field in the past, invalidating his testimony. After that, taking advantage of the kinship, he helped me easily settle the first trial.

As soon as Michael and I walked out of the referee's hall, we met Caroline, who had been sitting in the audience's seat.

She stood in front of me, looked Michael up and down, and sneered, "Charlotte Archer, you are indeed willing to sleep with anyone to win the lawsuit."

"What's wrong with you? Why didn't you reflect on yourself after you lost the lawsuit? Why are you guessing randomly about me?"

I rolled my eyes at Caroline.

To be honest, I used to think that it was quite a blessing when there was a person who looked like me in the world.

But now when I saw her, I only felt disgusted.

As soon as Caroline saw Michael, she immediately looked innocent as she said, "Lawyer Michael, be careful of the one beside you. She is very scheming."

Just as I was about to explain to Michael, Michael spoke first, "Really?"

He looked at Caroline indifferently and took out a black pen from his pocket, "I have recorded what you said just now. And if necessary, I will directly sue you for slandering and ruining Charlotte's personal reputation."

"You..."

Caroline didn't expect that Michael would say so.

His face was pale!

She dared not to say one more word and left directly.

"Thank you." I looked at Michael gratefully.

He waved the pen in his hand and smiled, "I lied to her. It's just an ordinary pen."

We got out of the court. As I watched Caroline get in the car and leave, suddenly, I remembered that during the period when Rosy was hospitalized, there was a time when my bag wasn't by my side.

That was during the time when Caroline intended to jump off the building.

I told Michael about this. He asked me about the specific time, recorded it, and left first.

I went back to the company to continue my work. After work, I went home to change my clothes and take a shower. Then I went to the hospital to see Rosy and stayed there to work on the design at night.

It wasn't until an hour before the deadline for the submission of the works in preliminary match met that I submitted my final draft.

A week later, the result came out.

There was a special site for the design competition. When I logged on to the site to check on the result, I found that I was ranked at 52. However, only the top 50 can pass the preliminary contest.

I, who wasn't very satisfied with my own work, knew that I probably couldn't pass the preliminary contest.

Even so, when I saw that I could have passed the preliminary contest if I had beaten the other two contestants, I was still a little disappointed.

At that time, I was in the office.

Hearing that many colleagues were congratulating Raina, I scrolled up the page and found that Raina was ranked at 32.

When I was paying attention to her ranking, Raina walked to me and looked at my web page. Then she said with a smile, "Charlotte Archer, you are the most diligent one on usual days. And some customers especially write letters to our company, praising that you have done well in the design. Why can't you even pass the preliminary match?"

I said briefly, "I am not as good as you."

I didn't want to make any excuse with the matters such as the lawsuit and my grandmother's condition,

"Hahaha, you indeed have self- awareness." Raina returned to her seat while laughing.

Soon, I received a text message from Seth, "I saw the result of the preliminary contest. Sorry, I didn't give you the correct guidance. So you didn't enter the intermediary contest."

Seth was always like this.

It was my own fault. But he put the blame on himself.

But anyway, the design competition was over. And I didn't have to stay up late anymore.

However, as I thought that I could enjoy my days, three days later, another notice regarding the design competition came out.

It was discovered that among two out of the top 50 contestants who had passed the preliminary match, large parts of their works were found to be copied from the works of some famous designers.

As a result, they were disqualified from the competition.

I, who was originally in the 52nd place, was in 50th place now.

Among the two people who were disqualified, one of them was Raina. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

As soon as this matter was announced, the colleagues who had enthusiastically flattered Raina in the office gathered together again.

"As I said, we all lost. Why did she pass? And she was even ranked at 32. As expected, she did plagiarism."

"Yeah. We used to praise her ceremonially. Did you see how complacent she was?"

"That's right. Now it has come to this, let's see what she'll say in the future."

Hearing those people's words, I smiled helplessly and picked up my bag, planning to go out.

I made an appointment with Michael today.

I took a car to somewhere nearby Michael's law firm. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a group of people gathering around the roadside at the gate of the law firm.

I wanted to go around, only to hear a familiar voice, "F**k! I didn't hit you!"

Then, an old lady cried, "It was you. It was you who hit me. You drove so fast. And I couldn't dodge you at all!"

I stood there and glanced there.

After making sure that the person inside was Roger Lance, I was ready to leave.

After all, he, who had plenty of money, surely wouldn't be taken advantage of by others at all.

As a result, as soon as I took a step, someone shouted at me, "Charlotte Archer! Come here!"

I thought to myself, "How could he even see me in this kind of situation?"

I turned around and saw Roger trying to come over. However, the old lady held his leg and refused to let him go.

"Charlotte Archer, come and help me. Hurry up! After all, I went to the police station to pick you up that day!"

Roger dared not to kick the old lady hard. So

he could only call out to me.

That day, he did have gone to the police station to pick me up.

I, who was helpless, had no choice but to walk over to him and ask him about what had happened.

And Roger roughly told me what had happened. He was waiting for the green light. As soon as the signal light, which was originally red, turned green, Roger started the car. Then the old lady fell in front of his car of her own accord.

The old lady claimed that Roger had started his car too fast and knocked her down.

Hearing Roger's words, I said three words indifferently, "Call the police."

The way I saw it, it was such a simple thing.

As I spoke, I was about to take out my cell phone.

"No, no!" Roger snatched my cell phone away directly, "You can't call the police!"

"Why?" I looked at him suspiciously. "Did you really hit her?"

Otherwise, why would he be afraid of calling the police?

After hearing what I said, Roger returned the cell phone to me and leaned over his face with a guilty conscience. Then he whispered, "This car belongs to my brother. If he knows that I have an accident, he surely won't lend me the car in the future."