Chapter 159

Chapter 159:

Sadie managed a smile, lowering her gaze to her plate, her emotions tangled.

Suddenly, a phone vibrated.

Alex retrieved his phone and glanced at the screen.

“Excuse me, I need to take this,” he said, standing and walking to the balcony to answer the call. “What’s up?”

His assistant’s voice came through clearly. “Mr. Howe, Mr. Wall’s Maybach followed Miss Hudson all the way to her home just now.”

Alex’s grip tightened on the phone, his knuckles whitening.

What was Noah planning?

“Got it,” Alex replied coldly before ending the call.

He inhaled deeply, attempting to quell the turmoil inside him, and returned to the dining table.

Sadie, sensing his distress, asked with concern, “Is everything alright? Is there a problem at your company?”

“It’s nothing. Just a minor issue,” Alex replied, managing a smile.

Sadie didn’t press further, though she felt uneasy.

The next day, as Sadie arrived at her studio, she sensed something was wrong. Before she could determine the cause, a burly man with an angry expression stormed into the studio.

“Sadie Hudson! Come out here!” he bellowed.

Heart racing, Sadie stepped forward. “Hello, I’m Sadie. What seems to be the problem?”

The man pointed accusingly at her. “You have the nerve to ask? Don’t you realize what you’ve done? You’re deceiving consumers! A designer like you disgraces the industry!”

Confused, Sadie responded, “Sir, please calm down and explain what’s happened.”

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“What’s happened? Stop pretending! The design drafts I commissioned have been leaked online! How can my company use them now?” The man slammed his phone down in front of Sadie, displaying the design drafts she had completed the day before. Sadie’s face blanched as she realized the implication.

The design drafts she’d finished had been leaked online today—someone was clearly trying to undermine her!

“Sir, please, don’t worry. I will investigate this immediately and provide you with an explanation,” Sadie assured him, striving to remain composed and alleviate the client’s fury.

“An explanation? How are you going to explain this? What am I supposed to do with my project now? Who will compensate for my losses?” The man was relentless, refusing to consider Sadie’s explanations.

“I’ll create new designs for you promptly, and I assure you they will meet your expectations. We still have time,” Sadie responded.

“It’s too late! I want to cancel the contract now! And you must compensate for my losses and pay a penalty, or I’ll take legal action!” The man was inflexible, leaving no room for negotiation. Sadie inhaled deeply.

After much effort, she managed to escort the man out of the studio. The office fell quiet, her colleagues watching her with mixed expressions.

She fought to maintain her composure, her mind racing to determine what had gone wrong.

She had been the only one to handle the design drafts yesterday… No, that wasn’t right.

There was another person—Byrum!

Yesterday, after completing the drafts, utterly exhausted, she had gone to the lounge to rest, leaving Byrum to handle the final details.

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