“No way! Am I dreaming?”
“It turns out that what Janet was saying is true… B-But… shouldn’t Rose be quite old?”
“No wonder Janet gave more than 30 copies of ‘Warm Blade’ to Class F of Star High School when the book sold out!”
“I recall they were signed copies too!”
“That can’t be! How can there be such special treatment?!”
He came because of Rose? Theo was frozen in place. He felt a chill running down his back, and his palms oozed with cold sweat. His head was completely blank from the shock. In other words… this girl standing in front of me is really Rose! Janet really is Rose?! He felt dizzy. For a moment, he couldn’t comprehend the shocking events taking place. Eric also mentioned that he wouldn’t have come unless it was for Rose. Why is he so partial to her?
Meanwhile, Eric glanced at the man sitting in the main seat, which was none other than Robert. Smiling, he faintly said, “What was that I heard about plagiarism and imitating Rose’s handwriting? I don’t understand what is going on!”
Upon hearing those words, Madelaine and Hazel lowered their heads and pursed their lips. They looked very embarrassed.
Janet lifted her eyes, revealing a chilly gaze. She smilingly explained, “I got full marks on my essay during my test. So, some people were upset with me and accused my writing style to be an imitation of Rose’s works. Old Man Lawson, what do you think?”
“How can it be plagiarism when it’s your own writing style?” At the moment, Eric was cooperatively playing along with Janet. They complemented each other very well.
Robert finally came back to his senses after hearing those words. He sighed, feeling like he just had a close call with danger. “It’s just a case of misunderstanding. Right now, we have confirmed that Miss Jackson is Rose herself. Thus, this misunderstanding has naturally been resolved.” As he spoke, he fixed his gaze on Janet. “Right, Miss Jackson?”
He was at his limit; he couldn’t take any more of the surprises that came at him, one after another. He felt as if he was about to have a heart attack. Therefore, all he wanted was for Janet to reply with a ‘yes’.
Contrary to his expectations, Janet looked up with a gaze as cold as ice. It was as dark as a bottomless pit. “A misunderstanding? The misunderstanding has been resolved?” She smilingly shook her head. “The misunderstanding might have been resolved, but that doesn’t mean things will end so easily!”
Madelaine thinks that I’m an easy target. I’ve forgiven her, time and time again. Yet, she continues to pick a fight with me, over and over again. On the other hand, Hazel is a stupid pig. She is no different from a wooden string puppet. She is simply being controlled by Emily and Madelaine.
Robert moved his lips soundlessly. He seemed afraid to upset her as he cautiously asked, “Miss Jackson, what do you plan to do?”
She leisurely walked over and stopped in front of Hazel and Madelaine with a smile. “You are very good at posting online, aren’t you? It must have taken quite a lot of effort too.”
Hazel and Madelaine both clenched their fists tightly at the same time while looking away guiltily.
“If you think you can get off easily after posting so many slanderous posts accusing me of plagiarism, you must be dreaming!” Janet’s voice was frosty and evil. Moreover, she greatly emphasized the words ‘you must be dreaming’.
Madelaine and Hazel were so frightened by Janet’s words that they took half a step back in fear. Meanwhile, Hazel gripped the hem of her skirt tightly and glared at Janet furiously. Even my brother has never been so fierce to me. What right does Janet have to pull such an attitude on me? Besides, even if Madelaine and I made an error of judgment and wrongly accused her of plagiarism, won’t it be fixed if we just deleted those posts? Why is she refusing to forgive us? Can she achieve success if she is always so petty?
At present, nobody said anything. Thus, the atmosphere in the office was at its heaviest. Then, Janet’s black eyes shifted toward Robert, who was sitting in the main seat. The corners of her mouth curved upward in a wicked arc. “Mr. Goldstein, don’t you think they owe me an apology?”
