Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 142

Mabel began to talk about her design idea as she showed her things.

Although her design idea wasn't the same as mine, she talked in a convincing and logical way.

Even for some petty details which I drew casually, she even made some sense out of them.

Although I didn't speak yet, I felt that I had lost.

After all, although I was the author, her eloquence and her capability to deal with the situation flexibly were all above those of me.

I was clear that what I would say later surely wouldn't be as good as hers.

After Mabel finished her words, I took out something and prepared to talk about my design concept and idea.

As soon as I clicked open the picture of the model, everyone on the scene lamented.

In my opinion, everyone, like me, could see that my model document was completely the same as that of Mabel.

In their opinion, I didn't copy Mabel's work.

Instead, I directly backed it up.

I began to talk about my design concept and idea.

To make everyone think highly of me, I told them my experience in the orphanage in my childhood.

However, compared with Mabel's perfect explanation, everything I had said seemed to be feeble.

When I was talking, I had already sensed how the audience changed the expressions on their faces. Some of them looked teasing. And some of them looked disdainful.

It seemed that they all ascertained that it was me who had plagiarised Mabel's work. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Especially Mrs. Emerson. Although she didn't laugh out loud, she grinned brightly.

Finally, I finished speaking.

After I finished my words, I said, "These statements above are about my thoughts of my work. Thank you, all."

Mrs. Emerson stood up and looked at the ones around her, "I think that as for whose work it is, every one of you should have known it clearly."

After she said that, the ones around began whispering.

Mabel smiled even more proudly as she said, "Boss, don't do that. After all, Charlotte worked so hard to make up a design idea."

After she said that, the people around her were whispering.

"As expected, no way that such a good work belongs to her. She's so shameless."

"That's right. I thought it was a copy. Based on what she presented now, she is even more shameless. And she actually directly copied Mabel's document while adding something to it. How come she dared say that it was her work?"

"I think such a person should be expelled."

They didn't speak out loud. But the conference room was small.

I surely heard everything they had said.

At this time, Dion couldn't sit still as he said, "What's wrong with you? Huh? Now, how come you still want to say that this work is yours? I shouldn't have made fun of myself like this with you here!"

After that, he got up and wanted to leave.

I, who was anxious, stood up and said to Mabel, "This work is mine. I don't know what means you used to take it away. But it's mine. It can't be fake!"

Hahahaha!"

As soon as I finished speaking, Mabel smiled directly.

She was fat. So when she smiled, the flesh on her body and face began to tremble.

She smiled. And Mrs. Emerson, who was beside her, and others also laughed.

Dion was about to leave. But when he heard everyone's laughter, he came back and shouted at me, "Stop it! Don't you think you aren't shameful enough? Leave with me!"

"I won't leave." At that time, I was stubborn. And I stood there and repeated, "It's mine. It's not me who should be ashamed!"

At this moment, the ones who attended the hearing all burst into laughter.

I clenched my hands tightly. And my nails were pinching my palm.Straightening my back up, I didn't retreat a step.

I didn't want to be wronged!

I wouldn't take the blame.

"Assistant Wilson, the result is out. Let's go first." Mrs. Emerson said to Wilson, "There are many projects in our Mabel's hands. The customers are all waiting."

Wilson looked at me and then at Mabel. Then he said indifferently, "Mr. Cowell said that he would come here later."

After saying that, Mrs. Emerson and Mabel sat down directly.

When everyone heard that Patrick was coming, they dared not laugh so exaggeratingly.

Dion glanced at me and said in a low voice, "You have copied her work. Why did you ask Mr. Cowell to speak up for you?"

"I didn't..."

In fact, I was in a bit complicated mood at this time. I hadn't seen Patrick for a long time after that day.

Now that he would see me in this kind of situation. I wondered what he would think of it.

About half an hour later...

Patrick arrived.

When he walked in, all the executives, especially Mrs. Emerson, rushed to the front of him and greeted him.

Patrick came in and asked about the general situation.

Everyone started to scold me heatedly. Because they ascertained that I was the one who had plagiarised Mabel's work.

According to them, I, who was shameless, disgraced Towering High and that I was the loser among the designers, and so on. However harsh their words sounded, they used all the words that they could think of and assumed appropriate to scold me.

Patrick listened to their conversation. Although he didn't look at me, he deeply furrowed his eyebrows. And his face was terribly cold. His black eyes were filled with deep unhappiness.

The group of executives next to him were all shrewd. Seeing Patrick in a bad mood, they said a few words and dared not to say anything further.

Patrick finally looked at me and said, "Tell me."

"I'm the one who made it."

As for this point, Patrick could not be more clear about it.

At that time, he and I lived together. And he watched me draw the design picture.

However, at this time, I was more reluctant to let him tell the public the truth more than he was.

Once he said it, I probably can't survive in the company.

"Humph! How dare you say that you did it at this time? You..." "Shut up!" Just as Mabel was about to mock me, Patrick directly interrupted her.

As he said briefly, he had a domineering aura.

Mabel was so scared that she trembled and shrank back into the chair.

Patrick looked at me with some doubts in his eyes. It seemed that he was asking me what I hoped him to do.

When we were in a stalemate, Mrs. Emerson suddenly stood up, "Cowell, I have something to say."

"Go ahead."

Patrick glanced at her.

"I heard that you have a special relationship with this Charlotte Archer. But this time, I have to speak up for my people. She copied my people's work. If you want to favor her, we surely have to find a place to prove our innocence even if we leave Towering High."

Mrs. Emerson's tone was very tough. It was obvious that she was going to take it to the end.

After she said that, everyone on the scene changed the look on their faces.

Everyone looked at me.

And their eyes were full of disbelief.

Wilson finally spoke, "Lisa Emerson, don't talk nonsense!"

It was the first time that I knew the name of Mrs. Emerson was Lisa Emerson.

"Am I talking nonsense? As the secretary of Mr. Cowell, you should be more clear about this matter than anyone else is." Lisa was bold.

Moreover, Patrick didn't say anything at this time. In fact, the truth of the matter was already there.

Patrick looked at Lisa, walked to the center of the conference room, and said word by word, "I don't know much about design. But I know that this work was designed by her. Because in that period, we lived together every day."

A few words of his sounded like thunders from the blue.

Everyone looked at me.

However, I looked at Mabel, only to see that she was sweating on her face. It seemed that she didn't expect that Patrick would testify for me!

I stood where I was, feeling at a loss as for what to say. Then I heard Lisa say, "Mr. Cowell, you are Towering High's president. How can you lie for a woman?"