A Crazy Wife

Chapter 51 Shouldn’t You Thank Me?

"Where is Rose?" Hannah asks Sebastien. She has to stop the incident before the lawsuit, otherwise

the department will lose face, and so will the whole group. That will be a serious matter!

"What? You’re going to the Legal Department? Don't seek trouble for yourself at this time!"

Sebastien's words remind Hannah.

It is indeed no good for her to stop Rose right now. It is totally asking for trouble if she does so, and she

may also offend Rose. Once Rose asks why she didn’t say it earlier, it’s harder to explain it. So it’s

better for her to calm down and wait until the incident is completely exposed, by which time the design

department will be blamed and reorganized. As long as she can stay, it will be a chance for her to

develop her career.

Before leaving get off work, Rose brings people from the Legal Department to the Design Department

for an internal check. Everyone is locks up in the conference room. Two programmers from the

Network Engineering Department come to check everyone’s computer and especially email

exchanges.

The purpose is to find out who leaked the design draft.

In fact, it is impossible to find out the truth in this way. After all, no one has leaked it. This design

drawing is actually obtained by Heather from the outside. The direction of the thorough investigation is

wrong at the beginning.

After a-week-check, the ending is unexpected by Hannah.

Before the court registers and starts the investigation, Smeta Group sends someone over to apologize,

claiming that the design draft is indeed an internal negligence. It is a design made by a newly recruited

college student. No one knows that the draft is plagiarized. He is fired now.

Rose pulls a long face until the people of Smeta Group leave. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"An apology is enough to solve this matter? Then why do we need the court? If we let it go, they will

copy more of our drafts in the future. As long as they are not discovered, they will still make loads of

money by copying."

When Rose is gone, Sebastien, who is at the desk opposite, stretches out his head and whispers.

"Rose would let it go finally. After all, Smeta Group has bent down and apologized. Our company will

make compromises to some extent, and it will definitely end up peacefully."

"Just let it go? Smeta Group would stop the production of this design, right?"

"How is it possible? Their first batch of goods has already been on the production line!" Sebastien said

with his chin in his hands, "I hear some inside information from the public relations department. It is

said that Smeta will buy the copyright of our design, so that we two groups will make a jointly-designed

product. In this way, we will still make profits and they will not lose that much."

Business struggles are, in fact, a battle for interests. If everyone can make money through cooperation,

there will naturally be no enemies and everything will be fine.

Hannah sits at her desk, fiddles with the rope of the black tea bag hanging outside the cup. After

thinking for a long time, she still couldn't understand why the designer of Smeta didn’t sue our

company.

The plagiarism is over. During the coming week, the department finally gets off work on time. Feeling

relieved, everyone quickly packs up their things and leaves the office.

Hannah is the last to leave. Because she has made an appointment with Vanessa to discuss about the

location of the store, she drove a car to work in the morning, and now she is going to the garage.

The elevator door opens slowly with a ‘ding’, and within two steps, a loud noise comes from the

basement.

"That is my design draft. I gave it to you as an interview work. You stole my design."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You didn't give me any design at all."

"You are talking nonsense."

"Then you go and sue me! If I plagiarized, why didn't you sue me? You can take out the electronic

manuscript!"

"You know that I don't have an electronic manuscript at all. On that day, I told you I would give you a

copy if you wanted it. But you didn't want the copy and insisted on seeing my original draft. It turns out

that you planed everything very well!"

"..."

The arguing is so loud that she can hear it clearly far away. Hannah tiptoes over, and saw two figures

arguing in front of a silver-gray car.

The handsome-looking man grabs Heather by the arm and prevents her from getting into the car, with a

look of righteous indignation. They quarrel with each other fiercely.

Soon, the security guard in the basement rushes there, and with Heather's yelling and curses, they

drag the man out by holding his two arms.

Heather also seems to be frightened, and when the security guards drag the person away, she

immediately gets into the car, driving at a fast speed as if she is running for his life .

She is obviously guilty.

The red clouds, attractive and brilliant, are showing themselves in the distant sky, pressing on the top

of London.

Hannah drives her car past the basement and parks on one side of the road. She looks out for a while,

slowly rolls down the window, and shouts at the crying man sitting at the curb in the distance, "Gordan!"

The man is stunned, looking up and staring at her in amazement.

"Your name is Gordan, isn't it?" Hannah raises his voice, "G-O-R-D-A-N, Gordan, right?"

"How do you know?"

"I saw your signature on your drawing. It’s at the lower right corner. They are pretty letters."

"What drawing?"

"The original manuscripts, the Royal Dignity series. They are very similar to the Jewelry, the Autumn

and Winter series from the Shahbazs"

Hearing this, Gordan's expression changes, his thin cheeks trembling slightly.

Hannah looks at him with sympathy,

"This is not a place for a private talk."

"..."

In a cafe near Shahbaz Group, there are few people at dinner time.

Hannah and Gordan sit in a secluded corner. Outside the window is the hustle and bustle at dusk in

London.

"A cup of American-style coffee. Thanks! What do you drink?"

Gordan sitting in the opposite seems to be worried, "Nothing, thanks."

Seeing the sweat on his forehead, Hannah hands the list to the waiter and says "A glass of ice water."

When the waiter leaves, Gordan asks, "You said you have seen my drawings?"

"Yes."

"Where is it?"

"Shahbaz Group's design department. They were in the hands of Heather, the design assistant."

Seeming to think of something, Gordan frowns, revealing a colder expression.

"You are also a designer of Shahbaz Group."

"Yeah."

Gordan stands up to leave without saying a word, and the chair blares with a sharp and high-pitched

noise on the ground.

"You don't want to get back your drawings? Why not openly sue the designer who plagiarized you, and

earn your dignity as a designer?"

Hannah’s words echo gently in the small space, and Gordan stops by the table, and angrily says.

"Designers from your Group have no right to talk about dignity! What do you want now after stealing my

design?"

"It's Heather who stole your design. You can't blame all of our designers!" Hannah looks up at him,

saying with an implication, "Besides, it took me great efforts to get your manuscript back. Shouldn’t you

thank me?"

Gordan’s eyes suddenly sparkle, "Is my manuscript in your hand?"

Hannah shrugs her shoulders with an indifferent look, and says light-heartedly, "If you harbor prejudice

against me and refuse to listen to me, you can leave now. But I have to remind you that once a

designer is labeled as a plagiarist, your career will be over, even if you are a talented

designer."