Chapter 21: Triplets’ Mighty Mom Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Who Touched My Computer?

South nodded his head and exclaimed, “It hurts!” Camila was baffled, “Why on earth did you give

him my phone?” she berated.

He inquired, “Didn't you want to, Mommy?”

She stared straight at him without batting an eye and asserted, “You did that on purpose!” “Why

don't you want to be friends with him, Mommy?” With a straight face, she said, “Because we're not

close.” His brows furrowed tightly together. “Haven't you met him several times before?” She said in

a stern voice, “That doesn't automatically make us friends.” “But he even helped you earlier.” “I

could've dealt with it myself even if he hadn't been there.”

Stubbornly, he pressed, “You said we have to thank people who help us. You're being a little

ungrateful right now.”

"How am I being ungrateful? Didn't I invite him in for tea? I gave him fruits too.” South was

speechless.

Lyla did not get much sleep last night. The thought of Miles going around defending Camila made

her blood boil. When she woke up early in the morning, the room was still empty. She became even

more furious. Who would have thought that he would stay out overnight? But she did not want to

call him. Their relationship had long since succumbed to the seven-year itch. If it were not because

the Ryan Family was beneficial to the Brooklyn Family's business, she would have divorced him a

long time ago. Getting up, she tidied herself a bit then went off to her studio. As soon as she

entered, her female assistant, Sarah Wheeler, greeted, “Miss Lyla.” Lyla returned her greeting with a

murmur then asked, “How were things yesterday?” Sarah shook her head. “There wasn't a single

person.” Lyla stopped in her tracks. “Didn't the C-list celebrity from last time show interest in one of

our dresses? Did she not come over?” “I gave her a call, but she already booked one at a different

store. She said our dresses are overpriced and there's no originality in our designs. She went on

about a lot of other things too.” Lyla snorted. “She's merely a C-list celebrity and she wants to look

down on our

designs? Just wait until I get a rank on the upcoming major contest. What can they say then?” She

opened her fashion studio two years ago, but it never took off. She figured that it was due to the

lack of recognition from a public icon. Therefore, she decided to compete in the upcoming 2019

Eccentric Fashion design contest. The final judge for this major contest was rumored to be the

world-renowned fashion designer, Angel. If Lyla managed to gain her approval, then she would

ultimately rise to stardom. The popularity of her studio would also follow suit. Nowadays, few

people looked at designs; most people cared more about popularity. Sarah echoed, “Yes, they will

be kicking themselves when the time comes. Oh, right! Miss Lyla, how is the piece for the contest

coming along? There are only a few more days left before the closing date.” Lyla answered

nonchalantly, “It's almost done. I'll polish it up a bit more today.” In fact, she had already completed

the first draft. She just felt like it was missing something so she kept fixing bits and pieces here and

there. Going into her office, Lyla turned on her computer and entered her password. After she

logged in, she looked for the folder where her design was saved only to realize that it was gone. Her

eyes widened. She logged out and logged back in, only for the file to remain missing. Then, she

went online to look for it in the cloud, but it was not there either. Flustered, she shrieked at the

door, “Sarah! Sarah!"

Sarah came running in. “What's wrong, Miss Lyla?"

With one hand, Lyla pushed over a pile of documents. “Who touched my computer?”

Sarah started backing out in fear. “I didn't touch it, Miss Lyla. Don't you have a password on your

computer? Who could've gone in?” Lyla was also dumbfounded because of that. She set up several

different passwords on her computer. How did everything disappear overnight?