Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225

Chapter 1225:

“And what do you mean by that?” he demanded, his temper flaring.

“We don’t mean anything. We are just discussing some architectural issues with you at Mr. Morgan’s request.”

Allison, noticing the rising tension, grasped Kellan’s hand briefly.

Her attention shifted back to the documents scattered on the table. Mick’s arrogance was evident, yet she detected an undertone of defensiveness in his words.

Mick’s tone changed slightly when he heard Fabian’s name, but the arrogance in his words persisted.

These two, in his eyes, were nothing but amateurs. He just wanted to gain Fabian’s trust and had no interest in discussing anything with them.

“I take great care in designing my projects, ensuring each one is unique,” Mick said, accompanied by a cold chuckle. “So, let’s not waste time discussing it. There’s something you don’t need to understand.”

This response was clearly driven by a fear of being plagiarized.

Allison let out a soft laugh. “That’s a real misunderstanding. There are significant problems with your work. We’re not interested in copying it; we’re asking if you’re even aware of the issues.”

Her words hit their mark, and Mick’s tone shifted.

For someone hailed as a leading architect, having his competence called into question was a bitter pill to swallow.

“Ms. Clarke, if you don’t understand architecture, I suggest you refrain from making baseless comments. Especially in front of Mr. Morgan.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t make baseless comments. I did indeed find something wrong.”

𝗀Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝒸𝗈𝗺, 𝓶𝗈𝗋𝑒 𝓬𝒉𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝗈𝗇

Allison reached for the blueprints, her eyes fixed on them as she continued, “On the blueprints you personally drew, the foundation depth of this building is completely inadequate. Based on the data you provided, this building will collapse within two years. This is serious. You should take responsibility for this.”

Mick froze on the other end of the line.

“The foundation?”

He suddenly recalled something, a flicker of realization flashing across his mind. Without wasting a second, he began rifling through the files, frantically searching for a way to mislead them with fake blueprints. But no matter how desperately he searched, the counterfeit documents were nowhere to be found.

Left with no other option, he resorted to arguing.

“No matter what you say, this building will not collapse.”

Mick’s voice was firm with forced confidence. “Maybe… maybe there’s an issue with the blueprints you’re holding. This building won’t have any problems for at least fifty years.”

Allison let out a soft chuckle. “I have the blueprints right here. And I have your signature on them. Mr. Morgan has already reviewed everything.”

Allison’s tone left no room for doubt — she knew he was lying.

The blueprints were undeniably flawed.

If he didn’t come clean, they would have no choice but to expose the truth.

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