Chapter 717 Trust

Chapter 717 Trust

Horace looked faintly, his eyes looked at Grace for a moment, he

narrowed his eyes slightly and asked faintly, "Does Miss Armstrong

have any opinion on this matter?"

Grace doesn't understand what Horace's question means.

She just wrinkled her brows slightly, her face a little stiff as she asked,

"What does Mr. Burris mean by that?"

"Don't think too much, it's just that nowadays Armstrong Corp is more in

charge of you and me, although Mr. Armstrong is the chairman of

Armstrong Corp, but Armstrong Corp now all the matters are handled

by you and me to execute, so I think it's necessary for us to

communicate with each other, especially this matter in front of us. What

do you think?"

Horace's expression is cold and his words are without any temperature

or ripple, just like a machine that has no feelings.

Horace's eyes did not leave Grace's face for half a second from

beginning to end, he kept watching her as if trying to see something in

her eyes and in every word and action?

Grace did not notice this, she is simple-minded, and can not see

through Horace's mind and the city, so at this moment after hearing

Horace's question, she is also serious thinking, followed by the voice:

"plagiarism of this matter my personal opinion is naturally like Mr. Burris

said, since Mr. Burris believe in the designer I am not without personal

opinions and ideas, I just simply believe in Mr. Burris, so I am willing to

choose to believe in the people Mr. Burris believes in."

"Does Miss Armstrong mean that you believe who I believe?"

Grace didn't understand why he asked that question, but nodded in

response, "Hmm."

Horace took out his phone and opened the album and clicked on the

first picture and handed it to Grace, who was flabbergasted for a

moment before she looked down at the picture displayed on her phone

screen.

Her eyes followed suit and her face stiffened incredulously as she said,

"Mr. Burris, this can't be, there must be a misunderstanding.”

"Miss Armstrong, you just said you'd believe it if I believed it, and you're

changing your mind so soon?" Horace's face was faintly pale, his dark

eyes overflowing with a few moments of faint coldness as he said, "Do

you think I would have come to you if there wasn't enough definitive

proof?"

Grace had no more sound, her face stiffened in silence and she just

froze motionless.

Horace's low voice rang out again as he said, "This is about you the

Armstrongs, so are you going to handle it yourself or will 1?"

Grace pursed her lips for a long time before saying, "I'll do it, I'l handle

it."

She seems to have gathered a lot of courage, her voice has little

emotion, low and soft.

Horace didn't stay much longer, but just told Grace that the sooner the

better, the better, and that it was important to get it sorted out this

morning.

Because he can wait, Armstrong Corp can't.

Armstrong Corp wait one more second, the loss is money, the original

suffered a heavy blow Armstrong Corp has not yet fully recovered, if

another heavy blow after the consequences can not be predicted, this

Grace even an amateur also clearly know.

After Horace left the office, Grace's entire body sat down smoothly on a

side chair, the expression on her face was almost indifferent, the

bottom of her eyes were also dull, she just kept a posture stiff for a long

time.

At the same time, Camille arrived at the museum.

Because the computer has not yet been returned, it is still only paper

drawing, but Camille's basic skills are very resistant, so this is not

difficult for her.

Her speed with the pen is no slower than others with the computer, so

there is no delay in the progress of work, but a person does a good job,

someone who is not used to it will still be the same nitpick.

Louise has been unhappy with Camille because of the leave of

absence, and she has been thinking about how to find something

wrong with Camille and how to take advantage of it.

But after a long time there was no chance, until Camille put down her

pen and picked up a glass of water to drink, she suddenly came to feel.

She said, not too gently, “Camille, why don't you bring your computer

with you? It's not convenient for you like this!"

“I think it's quite convenient.” Camille said lightly, blocking the words

instantly and leaving Louise speechless.

But dumbfounded does not mean there is no more to say, after a short

silence of half a second, Louise's voice again, she said: "Camille, you

use paper is really easy to get dirty, like you just drink water this way, if

the water spilled on top of the paper is not a foregone conclusion?"

Camille expressionlessly met Louise's gaze, she took two sips of water

and put the glass down before speaking unhurriedly: “Thank you for

your concern Representative Holland, but I don't think anyone here

would be so careless as to purposely get my drawings wet, but even if

they do, it doesn't matter, my paper is waterproof for special sketches.”

There is one more thing Camille did not tell her, since all the things are

drawn, the brain naturally stored.

Even without the drawings, she couldn't forget them.

Louise didn't say anything, and Camille's phone came with a message,

so she stopped paying attention to Louise and reached for her phone to

read the message.

It was from Grace, asking her to meet her for lunch at a restaurant not

far from the museum.

After finishing work at noon, Camille rushed to pack up her things and

rush to the restaurant.

When she arrived, Grace arrived as well.

After Camille sat down, Grace followed suit and asked, “I ordered a few

random dishes, see if there's anything else you'd like to eat?"

“That's it, I'm not picky.” She didn't really want to eat for lunch either, so

whatever she ate was fine. She was more concerned about Grace

asking her to meet her at this time, what was the matter, right?

Grace was trying her best to hide her heavy heart, but Camille still

sensed something different about her.

Camille asked, "Is there something wrong with you asking me to dinner

out of the blue?"

Grace followed and bowed her head, she hesitated a bit as she said,

"It's not much.”

Camille: "No really?"

"If it's really okay, you should be at Armstrong Corp right now dealing

with the plagiarism, even if you don't have any clue, you won't come out

to have dinner with me at this time, if you are photographed by gossip

reporters, you will definitely think Armstrong Corp poses badly or

bummed out, so are you sure it's okay? " Camille shallow voice

finished, the corners of her mouth also followed a smile, that smile is

telling Grace, she saw through the mind.

Grace sighed silently as she whispered, "I have a rather conflicting

matter, and I want you to give me an idea."

"You tell me."

"What do you think I should do if this one has something to do with the

person I trust the most?" Grace watched Camille's gaze, her face also

revealing an overwhelming hesitation, as if she had a powerless

helplessness about the matter.

Camille also subconsciously frowned and subconsciously asked,

"Checked it out?"

Grace did not answer, but simply said, "You tell me first, what should I

do?"

Her brow was still furrowed, the expression on her face did not change

in the slightest, her bright eyes gave a slight beat and thought very

seriously before saying, "If it is related to the person you trust most,

then the premise is that you have to ask yourself, do you believe that

this person you trust did it?"

"What if one believes? So what if you don't believe?" Grace asked.

Camille seriously thought: “If you believe in the natural will not feel

related to this person, if you do not believe in the natural will be related,

if you are very conflicted do not know what to do, then ask clearly, only

ask to understand to answer the questions in your heart? If you trust

this person, then it means that this is worthy of your trust, in that case I

think it will not let you down.”

Grace nodded gently as the waiter came up with the food and

interrupted the two, so Grace didn't respond in any way, just lowered

her eyes and kept silent.

Grace waited until the food was served, the soup was finished, and the

waiter had left before she raised her eyes to stare at Camille again, her

voice not slowing down as she asked, "Cami, you leaked the Armstrong

Corp design, didn't you?"