Chapter 1116: Chapter 1116

Chapter 1116:

“I’m not just with him,” Allison replied, her voice cutting through the air. “I also heard every word you just said.”

She couldn’t help but scoff. If she had known what kind of people she was dealing with back then, she would have destroyed every draft without a second thought.

Now, she still didn’t want to be too cruel. She was giving them one last chance to come clean.

“Charlie, I’d really like to know — was I kicked out of the studio for plagiarism?”

Charlie was certain that Abram was lying, but he didn’t want to risk answering Allison’s question.

“Ms. Clarke, I only have a rough idea of what happened back then. You were definitely made to leave,” he said.

He left out any mention of plagiarism.

His reply was vague and unhelpful.

Allison didn’t seem surprised by this and asked, “The studio still uses the Time software, right?”

Charlie had been with the studio for years.

He knew exactly what Time was, but he sensed a hidden agenda in Allison’s voice.

He paused, unsure of how to answer.

Finally, he explained, “We stopped using it a long time ago. After you left, the system needed updates, but we couldn’t get in touch with Grace, so we dropped it.”

Both Hoyt and Abram exhaled in relief upon hearing this.

They had thought that since the system was no longer in use, any old data would be lost for good.

Therefore, they believed that because Charlie was the administrator, everything he said would be accepted as the truth.

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The people in the crowd started talking among themselves.

“Grace? Is that the famous programming expert Grace Nelson?” one of them asked.

“It can’t be. Her software alone could buy out the whole studio,” another replied.

“Must be someone else with the same name,” someone else suggested.

Allison glanced at the crowd and responded, “It’s not just someone with the same name.”

She had expected Grace to answer the phone when she called.

Allison couldn’t picture Grace ever lying.

So, when she realized that it was Charlie on the other end, his answer didn’t surprise her much.

“Even if the system’s gone, the data still has backups,” Allison continued. “Send me my original designs. You know they belong to me.”

The line went quiet again.

It was so quiet that it almost seemed like the call had been disconnected.

But Allison kept an eye on the phone screen, where the call was still active, showing Charlie was stalling.

After what felt like forever, Charlie’s tense voice finally came through. “There are no backups. I deleted everything.”

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