Chapter 128


    The camera zoomed in on Oliver lounging on the couch, his eyes brimming with an indulgent smile.


    His breath hitched when he caught sight of Josefina, fresh from her bath. His gaze lingered on her


    face, unable to shift away for the longest time.


    "Oliver, what’s up?"


    Josefina nced down at her pajamas, modest and unrevealing. What was he staring at so


    intently?


    Oliver was still d in his crisp white shirt, sporting silver-rimmed sses. The usual chill in his


    demeanor was absent, reced by a roguish charm. His narrow eyes stayed fixed on Josefina


    through the screen. His lips curved into a smirk, his voice a sultry drawl, "Still busy?"


    "Getting ready for bed."


    Oliver''s eyes danced over her innocent face, and he smirked, "Really?"


    "Really, Oliver. Goodnight." Josefina ended the call. She opened her sketchbook and continued to


    draw.


    Meanwhile, Oliver grabbed his phone, his dark eyes glinting with menace, "George, first thing


    tomorrow, I don''t want Ava to hold the title of designer or to be employed by anypany."


    "Right away, Sir."


    After hanging up, George was run off his feet. Earning money was tough. At this ungodly hour, he


    might as well drop dead.


    At the same moment, Ava was gleefully counting thetest transfer into her bank ount. "Five


    million in the bag. Who needs to work for that little run-down joint Billy runs? I''m resigning rightContent is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    now." Ava basked in her delightful dreams of a carefree life.


    Her phone rang with an unknown number, and Ava''s excitement skyrocketed as if she''d seen the


    god of fortune, "Hello, I''ve done everything you asked. Josefina''spany must be in total chaos


    by now, and I don''t believe Alex cane up with the designs so quickly. Without any other


    designers, they''re heading straight for bankruptcy. Unless they have a master like Anya. Only she


    could whip up twenty designs overnight."


    The person on the other end grunted, "Take your money and keep your mouth shut."


    "Don''t worry, I''ve booked my flight. I''ll be out of here first thing in the morning, and no one will be


    able to find me."


    The caller seemed reassured and hung up. Ava''s heart swelled with joy, dreaming of her fortune


    until dawn.


    The next morning, as she prepared to leave with her suitcase, she was greeted by public officials at


    her door. "Ava, you''re under suspicion of tax evasion. Pleasee with us."


    Ava''s world turned upside down. She had her ticket booked. How could the police be taking her


    away?


    "It''s a setup!" Ava resisted going with them.


    "Jaxon''s already spilled the beans in jail, and he''s got evidence. Come with us, and you''ll see if


    you''ve been wronged."


    These people took Ava away without giving her a chance to resist.


    But Ava wasn''t the only one in trouble—Billy was in for a shock too. His dreams shattered. His


    moneymaking scheme was ruined. What awaited him was awsuit.


    After Ava was caught, she admitted to giarizing Alex to the public. The designs she brought to


    Billy''spany were all rip-offs.


    Billy had just arrived at the office when he heard the news. His secretary rushed in, panic written all


    over his face. Billy sat down and asked, "All thismotion, did our pre-sales spike again?"


    "Mr. Antonio, it''s not about pre-sales. We''re facing awsuit. Ava was caught, and she confessed


    that all the designs she brought were giarized! Mr. Antonio, you''ve got to think of something."


    Billy felt the room spin, and he nearly passed out. He shook his head, his mind a whirlwind of panic.


    What was he going to do?