Chapter 1110

“Something came up at home that I needed to handle,” Millie explained.

Dottie’s response was immediate.

“That’s a relief. I feared you were upset because your work was published by another company.”

“Has something transpired at the company?” Millie questioned.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

She hadn’t been at the company for several days, and with the lawsuit added to the mix, chaos had

erupted. Many assumed Millie was too humiliated to appear at the company, opting instead to remain

at home. Accusations of plagiarism had even been hurled her way.

Additionally, doubts were raised about Millie’s past as a D.S. designer.

Some conjectured that Millie couldn’t cope with losing and that the lawsuit was merely a scheme to

utilize the influence of the Thomas Group, all to seize D.S. company’s work and enhance her own

reputation.

“I’ll fill you in, but please don’t be distressed,” Dottie began, her tone gentle.

“Lately, rumors have been swirling about you. The lawsuit between our company and D.S. has become

public knowledge.

Some have even accused you of faking your design work, alleging you plagiarized from D.S.”

Millie’s brow furrowed. The spread of the lawsuit news was to be expected.

Within the design department, a faction remained loyal to Nancy, ready to seize any chance to

disparage Millie.

“But don’t worry. I trust you,” Dottie reassured her.

“I’ve often observed you as you toiled over your designs, pondering each detail, continuously refining

them. I know these creations are yours.”

“Thank you,” Millie responded, genuine gratitude in her words.

“Don’t mention it. I truly hope your work surpasses Nancy’s,” Dottie said, even though she lacked

complete knowledge of the situation.

Given the proximity of their workstations, Millie had never felt the need to be cautious around Dottie. In

fact, Dottie was the sole person in the company who had witnessed Millie’s work in progress.

The day the news broke, Dottie was stunned. She knew, without a doubt, that Millie had painstakingly

crafted the artwork. How could D.S. company have published it?

A wave of frustration washed over Millie as she ran her fingers through her hair before pocketing her

phone.

Just then, she recognized a familiar face – Rhea. What a coincidence!

Beside Rhea was Darin, confined to a wheelchair, attended by a person clad as a bodyguard.

Millie’s eyes locked with Rhea’s, detecting a fleeting embarrassment in the other woman’s gaze.

After murmuring a few words to Darin, Rhea approached Millie, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she

remarked, “Well, with so many guilty deeds weighing on your conscience, you’ve come here to seek

Buddha’s blessings, have you?”

Millie’s lips twisted into a sneer as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.