Chapter 479



“How dare they compete in the design competition? By plagiarizing others’ work again?”

“Don’t steal Jenny’s ideas anymore.”

“Curious to see what farce the Turner Group will present this time.”

“Perhaps the Turner Group has employed a top-tier designer this round,” an optimist suggested, cautioning Jenny’s supporters not to overstate Jenny’s performance in designing.

Yet, a detractor added, “But it’s a fact the Turner Group’s designer copied Jenny’s work for years before they were caught.”

“Some believe such a prominent firm would investigate these claims, but it seems they overlooked Jenny as no serious threat.”

“This company clearly overlooks ethical standards in design.”

Jenny utilized this controversy to shape her narrative online. Without directly naming the Turner Group, she portrayed herself as a victim, highlighting the emotional toll of discovering her work had been plagiarized and the challenges she faced defending her rights.

Now, more than ever, Jenny declared her independence from any form of intimidation, hinting at newfound strength in her concluding remarks.

gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s․com is your escape to fiction Several netizens commented, “Jenny, did the Turner Group prevent you from participating in the competition?” Jenny didn’t respond directly. Instead, she posted a shush emoji the following day, hinting at unspoken truths.

Kallie and Ruth monitored Jenny closely, with Ruth expressing frustration. “She resorts to the same tactics to defame me. Despite the years, she hasn’t changed her approach.”

Kallie reassured her, “Her methods are effective, you must admit. Stick to the plan I’ve set, and all will be well.”

During this exchange, Tilda walked out, leaning on a crutch. Sophie followed, saying, “Tilda, don’t stress. Please listen to my mommy.”

Kallie and Ruth quickly approached, concerned. Ruth intercepted Tilda, asking, “Grandma, what are you attempting to do?”

Tilda, visibly upset, responded, “I can’t stand by idly. What are Jenny’s true motives? If only I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered with her father when he was left at an orphanage. I ended up raising an ungrateful son who fathered such a ruthless daughter!”

Ruth, pained by her grandmother’s words, held her even closer. “Grandma, I understand your anguish, but there’s little you can do now. If you are truly grateful to Miss Nixon, please don’t complicate things.”

Tilda, tears in her eyes, turned to glance at Kallie and softly touched Jenny’s hand. “Despite the circumstances, it’s all my fault. I’m too old to be of any use now.”

Kallie gently chimed in, “Tilda, please don’t think like that. Actually, I need your help with something.” Revitalized by Kallie’s words, Tilda wiped her tears, a mix of joy and resolve in her eyes. “Are you sure? Can I still be of any use?”

Kallie smiled warmly. “Absolutely. I need your assistance.”

Kallie then whispered a plan into Tilda’s ear, to which Tilda nodded slowly, albeit with a hint of reluctance.

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