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


    Dottie’s response was immediate.


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


    “Has something transpired at thepany?” Millie questioned.


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


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


    at home. usations of giarism 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 thewsuit was merely a scheme to


    utilize the influence of the Thomas Group, all to seize D.S.pany’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. Thewsuit between ourpany and D.S. has be


    public knowledge.


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


    Millie’s brow furrowed. The spread of thewsuit 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 shecked


    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 thepany 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.pany 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 d 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’vee 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.