Ch.1597 Chapter 1601 - When Love Comes Late

Frustrated, she cast aside her paintbrush and cleared her cluttered table.

Elizabethâs disparaging words echoed in her mind.

Why couldnât she bring Stellaâs ideas to fruition?

Was she truly as inept as Elizabeth claimed?

Devyn slumped in her chair, feeling defeated.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, she noted it was Slater.

Devyn scowled at the name âSlaterâ flashing on her screen, feeling a wave of distaste.

Why was he calling now?â Was he to teach her a lesson again?

The phone kept ringing, stubborn as if Slater wouldnât give up until she picked up.

With a sigh, Devyn grabbed the phone, irritation in her voice.

âWhat is it?â

Slater didnât beat around the bush.

âYou in a bind? If itâs money you need, I can help.

You donât have to resort to this.

Devyn felt a rush of emotions.

She bit her lip and managed a faint smile.

âItâs beyond money now.

The fate of her two brothers was in Elizabethâs hands.

With that leverage, Elizabeth could make Devyn do anything.

Slater paused before saying, âSo, youâre going through with the plagiarism?â

The word âplagiarismâ stung, and Devyn flinched at its mention.

But her hands were tied.

She was now what she despised.

Swallowing her pride, Devyn admitted through clenched teeth, âYes.

Slater didnât respond right away.

After a moment, he uttered slowly, âIf youâve made up your mind, Iâm here to help.

âYouâre really going to help me?â Devyn couldnât hide her surprise.

Slater gave a soft assurance.

âBut remember, if this gets out, youâre the one who has to face the fallout.

Staring at her unfinished design, Devyn quickly assured him, âIâve got it.

Iâll handle whatever comes our way.

Knowing Slater was on her side gave Devyn hope that her work could truly make a difference, potentially even saving her brothers.

âAre you sure about this?â Slater double-checked.

âYou know how this choice might impact your career in design.

If you run into trouble, just let me know, and Iâll be there.

Devyn held her phone tighter, Slaterâs words stinging like thorns.

What choice did she have?