Chapter 43


    Charlotte heaved a sigh and said wearily, "I''m actually not too sure. I''m still waiting for thepany


    tomence the investigation."


    "Ah! But now there are heated discussions all over the inte, postting you to be amercial


    spy sent by Emerson Corp. There are even people iming that you are Mr. Emerson''s lover!


    Anyway, there are heaps of different rumors," Anne said in one breath. "Wait a minute, do you not


    surf the inte?"


    "All over the inte?" Charlotte finally caught on. How did this matter end up online? "Anne, I’ll talk


    to youter."


    Once she hung up the call, Charlotte promptly switched on herputer. Unsurprisingly, the main


    headline of the financial section was rting to the bid.


    The title read derogatorily, ''ording to insiders, Charlotte Emerson of NC Corporation paid a visit


    to Chairman of Emerson Corporation in the dead of night. What could she possibly be hiding...''


    Attached was a picture of her at the hospital that night.


    The contents of the article were no less vilifying. To her disbelief, it even stated without evidence


    that she was the one who had disclosed their design ns to Emerson Corp.


    In another simr article, she was narrated as a woman who would go to the ends of the earth for


    money. It even mentioned her promotion, iming that she seduced a higher-up but ended up


    stabbing NC in the back for money.


    The picture attached in this article was of Charlotte getting into Christopher''s car.


    In thements section below, a torrent of abusivements moured for her to get the f*ck out


    of the design industry.


    As if adding fuel to the fire, the two articles had each garnered over a million reshares.


    Seeing this astonishing figure, Charlotte smiled a bitter smile and said self-deprecatingly, "This


    really has be the talk of the town, huh. If this persists, there''s no denying that I will soon be the


    talk of the whole country!"


    ''Knock, knock!''


    A brief rapping on Charlotte''s door pulled her out of her whirlpool of thoughts.


    She looked up to find Zoe Watson standing by her door. Zoe was a member of Shane''s secretarial


    team.


    Zoe was not like the other secretaries, who would dress up extravagantly. On the contrary, she was


    always d in the inest business suits. Her words were always professional and a solemn


    expression was always hung on her face.


    Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    The coldness in her eyes mirrored Shane''s.


    Then, as if reading from a script, Zoe said, "Ms. Emerson, the president wishes to see you." With


    that, she turned to leave.


    Outside the president''s office.


    Charlotte pushed open the heavy set of mahogany doors and entered. The first sight that weed


    her was Shane Fuller seated at his desk. His eyes were glued to his monitor and his fingers


    pranced about on his keyboard.


    His short hair was neatly styled atop his head, leaving his well-defined cheekbones for the world to


    see. His features came together to manifest a sense of engrossment in his work.


    The sunlight trickling in from the window just happened tond on him and form a soft, glowing halo


    around him.


    Ever so imperceptibly, however, she could still feel the chilliness that emanated from his body.


    Charlotte stood in ce and waited for Shane to start questioning her. As the seconds ticked by,


    though, Shane didn''t even look up and Charlotte was overlooked as if she was air. The suffocating


    atmosphere seemed to weigh down on Charlotte''s shoulders. She couldn''t bear it any longer.


    ‘Maybe he read thements online,'' she spected.


    Contemting her options, Charlotte ultimately opened her mouth and began, "Mr. Fuller, I can


    exin."


    A few seconds passed and Charlotte almost thought he was going to give her the cold shoulder.


    Just then, he spoke. "Tell me about it," he said tly. His gaze remained fixated on the screen as


    though he wished to burn through the monitor.


    "I didn'' t sell the designs to Emerson Corporation. You know about my rtionship with Mr.


    Emerson..." Before Charlotte could finish, Shane looked up at her and the simmering fury in his


    eyes took her by surprise. Her words were lodged fast in her throat.


    He replied, "We’ve lost the bid. This is a responsibility that you cannot shirk no matter how hard you


    try."


    When she first stepped in, Charlotte was still filled to the brim with repentance. However, hearing


    Shane''s words struck her dumb. Did he actually think she hade to shirk her responsibility?


    This man did not hold back from underestimating her!


    "That cannot be further from my intention, Mr. Fuller, but I will not take the me for something I did


    not do. As a designer, I have my own principle and professional ethics. I know distinctly what is and


    what''s not to be done." As she pressed on, her rage only grew.


    Of everything that Shane could doubt, he doubted her moral standing.


    It wasn’t like they had just met.


    As much as she itched tosh out at him, Charlotte could feel a growing sensation of grievance in


    her heart.


    Despite so, she refused to let her emotions show, being the stubborn woman she was.


    "Alright then, I''ll give you a week to get to the bottom of this; find out who stole the designs. If you


    can''t, you shall be banned from the industry. At the same time, Emerson Corporation will pay the


    price it deserves."