Chapter 1133 She Is Not A Thief


    Smiling sweetly, J picked up pieces of fabric of the right color and put them in her arms. "He did


    something wrong so now, he''s been trying to make up for it."


    It may not sound like it but J knew Brandon had been trying to change for her. She appreciated


    it wholeheartedly and though she was too shy to say it out loud, she believed that true love was


    meant to inspire people to change for the better.


    As if on cue, the door opened, and a colleague peeked from it, seemingly in a hurry. "J, you''re


    needed out here. The security guards just escorted out the client you brought to the VIP room."


    "What? Why?" Elizabeth asked in surprise.


    "I don''t know too. Let''s check what happened outside. Come on," J ran out, still clutching the


    fabric in her arms.


    Several security guards were dragging Hannah out of the VIP room.


    "Stop!" J rushed to where Hannah was and pushed the security guards away. With furrowed


    eyebrows, she asked, "Who ordered you to escort my client out?"


    A woman turned to look at J. She wasughing a second ago but stopped and was now sizing


    J up. "It was me. Do you have a problem with that?"


    From the side, the woman looked like J. Especially since she also had long curly hair. However,


    when facing forward, her arrogant and domineering aura came into full view. Her face was


    extremely pretty. She had beautiful eyes and a delicate nose. The small mole on her tall nose made


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    her even more attractive. Her gaze swept across the room with her chin tilted up. She looked really


    arrogant.


    Not knowing who the woman in front of her was, J frowned and asked, "Who are you? Why did


    you drive my client away?"


    "I''m the designer here." Crossing her arms over her chest, the woman confidently said, "W Marks


    doesn''t wee poor people. Moreover, this old woman here tried to steal the desserts I brought


    here."


    "This is Mandy Hamilton. She has juste back from abroad after working with many brands in


    Paris." Elizabeth walked over and reminded J. "She''s coborating with Mr. Wesley on a project


    so she''s beening to W Marks often these days. Since you just requested an annual leave a few


    days ago, you haven''t gotten the chance to meet her."


    "Nice to meet you, Miss Hamilton. I''m also a designer here. This is my client, not your so-called


    poor people." J gave Mandy a nod despite her nk expression.


    With an impassive look on her face, J looked aloof and unapproachable. Mandy was a


    charming woman with attractive foxy eyes. They lookedpletely different.


    "I''ve heard about you from Draco. You are a talented designer." Mandy''s arrogance was no match


    for J''s indifference. Her contempt was visible in her eyes now. "But your distinguished guest


    stole the desserts I bought. What should we do about it?" She repeated, voice slightly rising.


    "Hannah stealing something from you is impossible. Not to mention just desserts." J wanted to


    roll her eyes. She didn''t believe it at all.


    Mandy walked over to Hannah, her ck highheeled shoes cking on the floor. She took


    Hannah''s hand and forced her fist to open, revealing an almost crushed pastry. She smiled


    triumphantly and showed it to everyone. "See? This is the evidence."


    Mandy then threw away the pastry, took out her handkerchief, and wiped her hands carefully in


    disgust. Then she looked at J and sneered. "You should ask thedy for an exnation. I never


    wrong anyone."


    J panicked but she swallowed it down. Looking at Hannah, she said softly, "Hannah, don''t be


    afraid. I know you wouldn''t do this."


    Hannah was now red with embarrassment. She exined, "I didn''t steal it. I didn''t know thedy


    brought it herself since all the desserts were on the table. I knew you liked sweets when you were


    little so I just wanted to save some for you."