Chapter 466



Anna frowned. “Who was that? What was she doing?”

Anna gave Lenny a meaningful look.

Lenny got the message and hurried after Jenny.

Lenny returned a few minutes later, clearly annoyed. “That woman was a real piece of work,” he grumbled. “Rude and impatient. But I did overhear something juicy. She was cursing out Kallie, but I caught the whole story.”

“Really?” Anna perked up, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

Lenny looked taken aback. “But Miss, I saw her leaving Mr. Jack’s house with my own eyes. Shouldn’t we be suspicious?”

This was a fancy neighborhood, all big houses and privacy fences. Jake’s house was the only one around for miles.

Anna watched Jenny’s retreating figure and couldn’t help but sneer. “Looks like she can’t even hold a candle to Kallie. Someone like that isn’t even worth my time. But she clearly has a beef with Kallie. Though we don’t know the specifics, we can definitely use that to our advantage.”

“Got it. I’ll get on that right away,” Lenny nodded, already plotting.

Elsewhere, Kallie talked it over with the director and decided to pay a visit to the designer who was caught up in the plagiarism scandal.

She’d heard the designer was the same age as Jenny and, even more coincidentally, they’d gone to the same university, the same department, even the same classes.

Back then, the designer was considered a prodigy. Despite coming from a modest family, she was driven and gifted. Before she graduated, the Turner Group recognized her talent and immediately hired her. The company dangled the carrot of the chief designer position, waiting for her after she graduated.

It should’ve been a win-win, but it blew up in everyone’s faces as a terrible scandal.

When the plagiarism incident gained a lot of attention, the designer swore up and down she didn’t copy anyone’s work, but she couldn’t prove it. She had no drafts or other designs, nothing. Ultimately, she threw in the towel, apologized, and walked away from the design world altogether.

Word on the street was that she wasn’t doing so well these days.

Kallie didn’t realize how bad things were until she saw the designer’s current living situation. The director hadn’t been exaggerating one bit.

It took Kallie three hours to drive to a tiny town on the outskirts of Halstead. Then, after another hour of walking, she finally reached a rundown shack. The place looked like it was about to fall apart any second.

Kallie couldn’t believe her eyes. Sure, there had been that plagiarism scandal, but the designer was a college graduate, a talented young woman. How had she ended up in such a dump?

The answer wasn’t long in coming. An elderly woman with snow-white hair shuffled past Kallie. The woman appeared to be in her eighties, hunched over and barely able to walk straight. She paused at the door, gasping for air, indicating her failing condition.

Just then, the yard’s rickety gate creaked open. A strikingly beautiful, yet painfully thin girl emerged, her gait uneven. Her hair, half-loose, framed a face that was both delicate and hauntingly lovely.

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