Chapter 152 I Didn’t Copy Anything in my Work


    How does he know that I have morements about the belt?


    I really think that the belt really has very good design, but it still has some noticeable ws.


    The ws are mostly in the ces where the two ends of the belt meet. It feels like there is something


    amiss but due to my position, I am not sure whether I should raise my opinion or not.


    Seeing that I am hesitating, Herman uses his gaze to encourage me, “There’s no harm in stating your


    opinion.”


    “I have a feeling. Is this belt an unfinished product?”


    When I raise my wild guess, I see a sh of astonishment in Herman’s eyes. Shortly after, it is reced


    by a deep sorrow.


    “You are definitely right. This belt is designed by an important woman in my life for me. However,


    before the design can bepleted, she has left me.”


    I am not sure what Herman really means about her departure, whether she has left the world or she


    merely left him. It is not an appropriate question for me to ask. However, I can discern that this woman


    he is talking about must be someone he loves deeply.


    I am lucky that my wild guess is right on the mark.


    “Alright, Jane, you can go back now. I have something to discuss with Herman.”


    Frances calmly gives me an instruction to shun me away.


    What the hell!


    What does he mean by that?


    When I was nning to leave, he has insisted me toment on Herman’s belt. At the moment, I am


    having a conversation with Herman, but he has instead asked me to leave. Who does he think he is to


    me? He is really ordering me around!


    I am really infuriated, but Herman is now looking at me with an astounded expression.


    “So you are Jane? That Jane who was rmended by Donny to submit a work?”


    Since I have been involved in a giarism conflict, so I am not really sure how he sees me as a


    person. I can only nod meekly and reply, “That is me. Since you have official business with President


    Louis, please allow me to take my leave as to not burden you. However, I can tell you with conviction


    that I didn’t copy anything in my work.”


    After saying this, I promptly return to my room and start to blow my clothes with a hairdryer.


    Shortly after, there is a knocking on the door.


    Frances should have his room card with him, so why is he knocking on the door?


    I open the door with some doubts, and see that it is that woman who was brought into the room by


    France a while ago.


    “Where is President Louis?” The woman looks past me into the room while asking.


    “He’s not here.” I reply faintly while showing unfriendliness on my face.


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    I am just thinking why their date was finished so quickly, yet this woman looks like she already starts


    missing him.


    “You are talking nonsense! Give way! President Louis must have disliked my attire just now. That’s why


    he has asked me to leave. Now that I have already gotten a change of clothes, he will surely like me.”


    After she said that, I only discover that she is wearing the same style as me. She is draping over


    herself a men’s shirt, and her slender long legs are exposed underneath the fabric, which is very


    seducing.


    No wonder Frances was iming that I had been seducing him earlier on!


    I never imagine that Frances actually neverys a hand on this woman in the first ce.


    When I think of this possibility, I can’t help but smile mischievously.


    I sh a smile while pointing in the direction of the hall, “He’s there. You just need to walk there.”


    After finishing my sentence, I m the door shut to continue drying my clothes.


    My clothes are still somehow wet, and it is only slightly dry after I have been blowing it with a hairdryer


    for more than an hour.


    Frances returns at that moment and he is dangling a bag.


    He only returns after so long, it makes me wonder whether he was just spending too much time


    negotiating business with Herman or he had gone to sleep with that woman.


    After giving these two possibilities some thought, I find thetter possibility more feasible.


    At the thought of him touching another woman, a surge of disgustes from within me, despite


    knowing that I am never in any position to feel as such.


    Frances walks over and hands me that bag he has been holding.


    “Take this.”