Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Zhuang Nainai stroked her chin and smiled at Mi Nuo. Just as Mi Nuo heaved a sigh of relief, she suddenly said, “Or… was it the Gus who told you?”
Mi Nuo’s fingers tightened, but her facial expression had returned to normal. Her acting skills were indeed superb!
Even if Zhuang Nainai had kept tabs on her every move, Zhuang Nainai might still have missed the flash of panic in her eyes!
So, this meant that Mi Nuo had something to do with the Gus? What sort of relationship was it?
Mi Nuo curled her lips, neither affirming nor denying the statement. “Mrs. Si, every single thing that one says or does has to be based on evidence. If you continue to make such wild guesses, I can choose to sue you.”
She lowered her head as she said this.
Zhuang Nainai shrugged. “I don’t have proof at the moment, but the heavens know every single bad thing you’ve done, Mi Nuo. One day, your deeds will catch up with you. You’d better pray for yourself to stay this perfect so that nobody can see through you!”
Zhuang Nainai hadn’t planned to expose Mi Nuo; after all, she knew she had no evidence. Everything that had been done was indirect and Mi Nuo hadn’t done anything that could be directly linked to her. This was one smart, crafty woman.
The reason why Zhuang Nainai had said all of this was simply to tell Mi Nuo that she had seen through her and to get her to stop playing her tricks.
Mi Nuo lifted her head and stared straight at Zhuang Nainai. “Mrs. Si, I’ve noted down everything you’ve said. But now, let’s have a look at your design drafts, shall we? That’s the main issue at hand, is it not?”
Zhuang Nainai raised her eyebrows. “Yes.”
Mi Nuo took a deep breath, then opened the design drafts.
All six designs were sketched out very roughly without much detail, but the sight of even such designs made Mi Nuo’s eyes narrow.
She thought of something her tutor had said during her university days — that there were some people who were born to design, and this talent was something that no amount of hard work could compensate for.
Just like the drawings in front of her. Even though they looked rough and unrefined, close inspection revealed a certain unique charm.
Mi Nuo clenched her fists and raised her head. “Zhuang Nainai, did you draw these?”
Zhuang Nainai raised her eyebrows. Just as she was about to reply, Mi Nuo flung a pen that was in her hands onto the table. “For someone who can’t even operate a drawing software, you have the cheek to tell me that you designed these?”
Her voice was loud, and as she spoke, she walked over to her office door and pulled it open, feigning anger. Pointing outside, she huffily said to Zhuang Nainai, “Zhuang Nainai, you can’t even operate a drawing software. Do you think your design drafts are even viewable?”
Mi Nuo narrowed her eyes. She wanted everyone to know how Zhuang Nainai was inept at using drawing softwares so that they would be indifferent even if they were to see her design drafts.
Six design drafts in two days meant that Zhuang Nainai had only been able to draw rough sketches — surely they couldn’t be considered actual finished pieces of work!
As Mi Nuo thought of this, she curled her lips in satisfaction.
She hadn’t been able to come up with the leading styles for the year, but now with Zhuang Nainai’s design drafts, all she needed to do was to make a few changes and the designs could become hers.
But just as she finished speaking, the employees standing outside fell silent instead of persecuting Zhuang Nainai, which was what she thought would happen.
Mi Nuo was stunned. Raising her head, she realized that Si Zhengting was staring at her, his face dark.
Mi Nuo felt an icy chill from head to toe.
