Chapter 75
Bailey left the headquarters under the usations of everyone in the hall.
When she finally came to the alfresco fountain, she ran into Edmund, who seemed to havee in a
rush.
“Are you okay, Bay? Did they do anything to you?” he asked.
Bailey''s heart warmed seeing the man, and she wiped the sweat on his forehead with her sleeve. “I''m
okay. You don''t have to worry. I can handle this.”
Edmund smiled at her in resignation. “I don''t know why I just can''t seem to keep my cool whenever
something happens to you. Everyone says I''m calm andposed, but I''m really not when I''m with
you. I''ll go crazy if anything happens to you,” he said.
Bailey moved closer and held his arm. “Let''s go home. The children haven''t had lunch.”
“Sure.”
Back in the CEO''s office, Artemis finally looked away from the screen he had been staring at when the
video stopped at the retreating figures of a man and a woman.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Dwayne entered.
“Ms. Jefferson refused to admit to anything. Neither did she agree to destroy the design. She even said
that she is willing to face legal consequences. Mrs. Luther is incensed and is very insistent. She went
to the public rtions department when I came up. I suppose she went to ask Quentin to contact
Snowke to press charges against Ms. Jefferson.”
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Artemis rubbed his brows in annoyance. “Stop Snowke from returning to Hallsbay at all costs. I want
you to call Quentin. Ask him to give me the designer''s contact. I''ll talk to her on my own,” he said lightly.
“Snowke is very low-profile. She has only submitted one design over the past four years. No one has
ever seen her. She didn''t even attend the prize-giving ceremony. She said she was not interested in
attending because she wanted to sleep in when the organizer called her. Given her attitude, I doubt it''s
easy talking to her,” Dwayne replied with a sigh, but Artemis just waved his hand dismissively in return.
“Just get in touch with her first. She''s never appeared in person over the years, so we might not even
find her. I''m just worried that she might suddenlye to Hallsbay. It''ll be toote to help Bailey if
Snowke sues her.”
“All right. I''ll call Quentin right away to get Snowke''s number.”
“Good.”
Over in the car, Edmund was driving when he said, “Bay, your design looks a lot like Snowke''s from
four years ago. What is going on exactly? I don''t think you''re so ambitious as to copy someone else''s
design, though.”
Bailey was resting with her eyes closed in the passenger seat when she heard his question. “I''ve been
going through her work a lot recently, so maybe I drew something simr to hers unknowingly, but there
are actually differences if you take a closer look. I just didn''t expect things to take such a turn. I guess I
can''t hide forever.”
Edmund sensed there was something unusual about her answer, and a thought budded in his mind.
“Okay. I know you''re not a rash person, so I trust you to do what is best. You must have your reason for
doing so, but Aunt Felicity is not letting you off the hook this easily. I''m partially at fault for what is
happening. Aunt Felicity wouldn''t have hated you so much if I cared less about your performance.”
Bailey shrugged in nonchnce. “Don''t let it bother you. She loves you. That''s why she''s so worked
up. I know what I''m doing, so you don''t have to worry. I won''t let you end up in a difficult position.”
Edmund narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean by ''I won''t let you end up in a difficult position?'' Does
this mean you''ll keep a distance from me?”
“You''re overthinking,” Bailey answered with a faint smile. “She''s just your aunt. What she thinks about
me will not affect my decision to ept you or not.”
Edmund heaved a sigh of relief when he could finally rest at ease. “I''m sorry. I shouldn''t have second-
guessed you.”
Bailey smiled at him and said no more.
To her, life would always be quiet and peaceful whenever she was with Edmund.
She had always wanted this kind of life, but somehow, she felt something wascking in that tranquility.
In the following two days, the news about Bailey giarizing a renowned designer''s work circted
worldwide, bing a lightning rod for criticism.
Since neither party came out to rify the controversy, the issue snowballed.
Over in the CEO office of Luther Group, Quentin was sitting on the couch, looking at Artemis approving
some documents at his office table. “You don''t have to feel anxious, Mr. Luther. Mrs. Luther can''t find
Snowke either. No one can file awsuit without her. Things will die down in a few days,” the director
said.
“Good.”
Over in the car, Edmund was driving when he said, “Bay, your design looks a lot like Snowke''s from
four years ago. What is going on exactly? I don''t think you''re so ambitious as to copy someone else''s
design, though.”
Artemis flicked off the fountain pen in his hand and sat back in his chair in lethargy. “But she insists that
she did not giarize, so she''s not admitting to it. She doesn''t even want to destroy her work.”
Quentin could not help butugh.
Bailey was indeed a riddle to him. Well, if Mr. Luther can''t understand what she''s thinking, there''s no
way I can.
“What should we do now? Do we continue looking for Snowke so she can clear the air? But the
lawyers have already said that Ms. Bailey''s work constitutes giarism, so even if Snowke exins
everything, people will only think Luther Group coerces her into doing it. Things will only get worse,”
Quentin analyzed.
A subtle smile curved on Artemis'' lips. “You overlooked the most critical part. That''s why you think this
issue is thorny. To me, Snowke showing up is an opportunity for us to gain the upper hand. Bailey''s
keeping a huge secret, judging from how fearless she is. Although I have no idea what bargaining chip
she has in her hand, I''m positive she''ll survive unscathed.”
Quentin was even more confused hearing Artemis, but thetter just waved his hand and smiled.
“We''ll see how things y out. I''m sure Ms. Bailey has a big surprise for us,” Artemis assured.
Quentin wanted to ask what surprise it was, but he was interrupted when Dwayne made his way in.
The assistant was about to say something when he nced at Quentin and swallowed back his words.
Quentin smiled and got up from the couch. “All right. That''s my cue. I''ll go and continue my search for
Snowke.”
After he left, Dwayne informed, “I found out where Zayron sent his and Simon''s DNA test to.”
“Where?” Artemis blurted, his eyes narrowed.
“He sent it to Kai Sheldon, a medical prodigy in Mrnor. I even found the IP address of that person''s
medical system. The blood sample arrived three days ago. This means the result will be out soon. You
can just hack the system now if you want to know if Zayron''s Simon''s son.”
Artemis'' gaze froze. “Give me the IP address,” he pronounced after a pause.