Wayne was known to be a cunning businessman. He could tell that Lucy was calm because she knew that there was something wrong with the documents he had given her.


    However, he was suddenly curious about something. "Looks like you''re confident that your artist is the original creator of theic, and you have no doubts at all about it."


    Lucy closed the file in front of her and looked Wayne straight in the eye. She said with conviction, "Yes, I''m confident of that. These documents aren''t enough to convince me otherwise.


    "Every piece of evidence here points to their artist giarizing from an artist of ours. As for the reason for doing so, I''ll let the artist exin it to you personally."


    She turned toward the door and called out, "Come in, Maple."


    Mabel had been waiting outside the door, but she did not walk in immediately when Lucy called out to her. She took a deep breath outside the meeting room and rxed before pushing the door and entering the room.


    She nodded at Lucy and Wayne inside the meeting room. "How do you do, Miss Quinn and Mr. Erlington? I''m Maple, the artist for thisic." Lucy was a little surprised to see how Mabel looked. She was usually an introvert. Lucy had never seen her looking so determined and gracious like this. However, Lucy quickly hid the surprised look on her face.


    She was facing a wily old fox from the business world. It would be bad news if Wayne caught a whiff of something wrong from her expression.


    Lucy maintained a calm demeanor but was quietlyining. These old foxes were so difficult to handle. Would she be like them one day as well? Fortunately, Wayne was focused on Mabel and did not notice Lucy''s expression. He contemted Mabel for a while.


    This artist was quiet, and it was not difficult to tell that she was someone who would get lost in her world of drawing. She must be a good artist. There was no apparent guilt on her face, and she looked full of confidence.


    If he had guessed right, she was the artist behind theic.


    He softened his tone and said warmly to Mabel, "You im that you drew thisic. Do you have any evidence proving that?"


    Mabel revealed three notebooks thick as bricks.


    "Mr. Erlington, heard from outside


    ovel


    the meeting room that the artist from Luna Arthouse has supplied many early drafts of theic''s- characters, storyline, and the so-called ns for the story developments, but I have the exact


    copies of the same things."


    Wayne raised an eyebrow. He stared at the three thick notebooks and was even more confident about this guess. He took a notebook and flipped through it. He was surprised by the notes recorded there.


    This notebook was different from the early drafts the artist from Luna Arthouse had provided him. The notes in this notebook were more detailed and memorable. Even the inspiration for the early drafts was recorded in detail here.


    Wayne touched a page of the notebook and found that it was quite old. There were many traces of the drawings being fixed and redrawn. He came to a conclusion about this.


    He put down the notebook in his


    hand and said to Mabel, “I''m now convinced that you''re the artist for thisfe, but can you answer a question of mine? Why was the artist at Luna Arthouse able to show me some of these notes?" Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    Mabel knew from the moment she entered the room that she could not avoid this question. She was prepared for it, but she still could not help feeling sad about answering this question.