Chapter 393
Night of Destiny
Chapter 393 Elliot Has Come
Anastasia remained silent in her seat.
âI think itâs best if you donât ask President Presgrave to save you, for itâll only make things worse. Youâd
better quickly apologize and compensate Savill to save our company from further losses,â Alice reminded
her.
Of course, she didnât want Elliot to be involved in this. Though she was confident that they wouldnât have
anything on her, she didnât want to be panicky either.
âWhy should I apologize when I never plagiarized in the first place? The one who should be apologizing
is Savill.â Anastasia looked up and stared coldly at Alice.
Alice hit the roof at that. âAre you going to keep acting stubborn, Anastasia? Youâve already become a
joke in the jewelry design industry. Are you only going to apologize after youâve ruined all of Bourgeoisâ
reputation? I will not let you destroy the companyâs future!â
Anastasiaâs only option was to apologize.
Anastasia stood up in response and said firmly, âI will not apologize before I get to the bottom of this.â
Alice couldnât help choking and snapped, âJust because President Presgrave likes you doesnât mean you
can act lawlessly, you know. Itâs already embarrassing that youâve plagiarized. Are you going to make a
bigger deal out of this?!â
âI didnât plagiarize, so I wonât apologize.â One could tell from Anastasiaâs beautiful face that she wasnât
about to compromise.
Alice was taken aback, for she had never seen someone as stubborn as Anastasia.
At that, she glared at Anastasia and uttered, âWell, I canât wait to see what your fate will be!â
Meanwhile, Felicia pondered over something as she stood in her office. Savill was coming at Anastasia
with full force, putting her at a disadvantage. With that, she decided to give Elliot a call.
âHello?â Elliotâs voice came from the other end of the line.
âPresident, thereâs something you need to know.â
After hearing the whole story from Felicia, he asked concerningly, âWhat did she say?â
âAnastasia is sure that she didnât plagiarize.â
âAlright, Iâll come over now.â With that, Elliot ended the call.
Bourgeois was still in the process of moving; since Elliot was at the Presgrave Group, he needed some
time to get there.
Meanwhile, Grace brought a cup of tea for Anastasia while she sat in her office. âAnastasia, I believe you
didnât plagiarize. No matter what everyone else says, I believe you,â said Grace as she comforted her,
feeling bad for the woman.
âThanks, Grace.â Anastasia was grateful to have an assistant like Grace.
After Grace left, Anastasia propped her forehead, trying to figure out how the whole thing came to be.
She had finished her first draft on the tenth of last month, and Savill had already put the piece on their
display by the end of last month. In other words, they had about twenty days in between amending and
coming up with the finished product. If their workshop worked overtime on this piece of jewelry, it was
indeed possible for them to launch it in about a fortnight at best.
However, the sketch had always been with her, so who couldâve handed it to Savill?
Someone had evidently leaked it, and it had already happened when she came up with the first draft.
However, who wanted her gone for good? A designer would no longer have a place in the industry if they
were branded for plagiarizing. After all, it was just as bad as murder.
In the end, Anastasia determined that someone had stolen her sketch between the tenth and eighteenth
of November.
Still, several people had come in and out of her office, and she needed more time to find out exactly who
did it.
Then again, Savill wanted her to answer by 3.00PM the next day. They clearly didnât want to give her
time to investigate.
More than that, they were also being ruthless, dragging Bourgeoisâ reputation down while suing her for
plagiarism.
Bourgeoisâ fame now had overshadowed many companies in the market and also garnered a high
approval rate. Hence, no doubt fellow traders would want to bring down this strong competitor.
Anastasia was searching for her first draft when she heard someone pushing the door open. At that, she
looked up and was surprised.
Elliot had come!
âFelicia told me about your situation.â Elliot propped his hand on the desk and asked when he saw her
searching for something, âWhat are you looking for?â