Chapter 905 After-effects


    J hid in the tea room, herptop in her arms and humming a tune as she munched on biscuits.


    The next moment, her phone screen lit up, ending her small moment of reprieve. A message from


    Elizabeth came, asking her to go to the VIP room immediately.


    "Damn it! I had just told Tasha! Really should have also told Elizabeth!" Knowing that she had been


    found out, J sighed regretfully.


    She had no choice but to go to the VIP room now.


    "What can I do for you?" J had intended to exin, but the words that came out next diverged


    from her original n. "I didn''t show up because Elizabeth would be in charge of the project."


    "As the client, I have the right to choose the designer," Derek answered with a dissatisfied arch of


    his brow.


    "That is true," J had no choice but to acquiesce. Without missing a beat, Derek said, "Then I''ll


    appoint you as the sole designer for this project. Can you now stay and discuss the n with me?"


    J was struck dumb for a moment, her mouth gaping as she turned to Elizabeth.


    "Mr. Ramsey has decided. Work hard." Elizabeth felt a slight disappointment at how things turned


    out, but she kept any of it from showing. She was confident that J would do an excellent job. "I''ll


    excuse myself so you can continue your discussion." "Stay here, Elizabeth." J stopped her.


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    She met Derek''s gaze and said, "Elizabeth is more than qualified for this project. Before I came


    here, the two of you were having a good conversation, and now you suddenly want to switch


    designers. Is there anything you''re dissatisfied with?"


    During lunch break, J saw Elizabeth sorting out documents and getting ready for the project.


    Elizabeth took every design seriously, and this partnership with Derek would be her first project after


    coming back to W Marks. J knew how hard she worked. Elizabeth would be professional and


    never show it, but J didn''t want her to be disappointed.


    The question caught Derek off-guard. Until now, he didn''t really pay attention to Elizabeth. He barely


    listened to Elizabeth''s detailing of the n; he just wanted to find an excuse to send her away


    because it was J he wanted to see.


    He looked through the documents Elizabeth had brought in. Her ideas were impable. Every


    single one of them had been meticulously thought out, and there was no possible criticism in any


    area. Derek had toe up with another excuse. His eyes moved around, inadvertently catching a


    glimpse of the scar on Elizabeth''s palm.


    It looked new, and he could tell it was a deep cut. From the looks of it, she had just recovered from


    a serious injury.


    "Miss Perry, the wound on your hand seems to be very deep. Are you still able to draw well?" Derek


    asked slowly, his eyes fixed on her wound.


    Elizabeth instinctively drew her hand back, her face turning pale as she hid it in her pocket. "Yes, I


    can do it."


    Derek picked up a sheet of paper from the table and threw it along with a pen in front of her. "Then


    please draw a concept sketch first," he said arrogantly.


    Elizabeth bit her lip. She hadn''t picked up a pen since her injury.


    J''s displeasure was written all over her face when she turned to Derek. "Stop making a big deal


    out of nothing."


    Derek furrowed his brows and said, feigning seriousness, "I''m not asking for much. If Miss Perry is


    really as qualified as you said, this should be simple."


    "You..." A hint of coldness was beginning to turn J''s gaze into an icy re. She was about to


    snap at Derek when Elizabeth stopped her.


    "I''ll do it. We should avoid getting into conflicts with each other for this project." Between the two of


    them, Elizabeth felt as if she was caught in the middle of a brewing storm.


    She picked up the pen and started to draw. As her hand moved across the page, a sudden burst of


    pain radiated from her wound. The pen dropped to the ground with a tter.


    Elizabeth crouched down to pick it up. "I''m sorry," she said awkwardly. "It slipped because my grip


    was a little loose."


    Derek could tell with one nce that Elizabeth was downying her injury. It was a deep enough


    cut that the normal use of her hand was not possible.


    "Miss Perry, you''ve hurt your hand badly. I can''t trust a designer who can''t even hold a pen right."


    He turned to look at J with a smug smile. "This is why I said I was choosing you. Any more


    objections?"


    It took everything in J not to let her fury boil over at the sight of Derek''s triumphant face.


    Focusing instead on Elizabeth, J held her arm and said, "You don''t look too good. Do you want


    to go out and take a break?"


    Elizabeth crumpled the paper in her hand, the movement sending a dull pain crawling across her


    palm. Without another word, her eyes downcast with gloomy shadows.