Chapter 61
“You bitch! You’re asking for help? Everyone, run!” The whole group scattered in fear,
The head of security recognized Veronica as a resident of the apartment complex.
“Ms. Dolton, are you alright? Do you want us to take you to the hospital?”
Veronica wiped the water off her face. “I’m fine. Thank you. There may be suspicious individuals lingering outside the complex for a while. If you see anyone, please give me a heads
-up.
The head of security looked serious. “Ms. Dolton we’ll be increasing our patrols over the next few days. We’ll make sure nothing like this happens again. And next–time, if you need to, let us know before you head out. We’ll escort you to your car.”
“Thank you.” Veronica nodded.
She was relieved that she had chosen this apartment after leaving the Tate residence. Even though they were just security guards, they took their duty to protect the residents seriously.
Because of this incident, Veronica ended up being late to the office.
Even though Courtney had already issued a strict order forbidding gossip, curiosity was hard to suppress. Everyone kept sneaking glances at Veronica. No one expected the new director to be at the center of such a huge scandal so soon.
After the morning meeting, Renee couldn’t hold back her snide remarks.
“Well, well, well, isn’t this our director? Late on her second day? What a power move. Honestly, if this whole internet buzz keeps up, maybe you should just switch careers and
become an influencer.”
Courtney slammed down a file and snapped, “Renee!”
“What, Courtney? I can’t even crack a joke now? You’re seriously biased.” Renee sneered, locking eyes with Veronica as if she were challenging her.
Veronica held Courtney back and smiled faintly. “Let’s speak with results.”
With that, she had delivered the ultimate clapback. Just that one single line had stung Renee again.
Renee’s voice rose sharply as she slammed a hand against the table. “Don’t think that getting your design picked by Heberly makes you hot shit! With this kind of scandal, who knows if the brand will even let your design reach production? Don’t be celebrating too early!”
Heberly was a brand known not only for its rigorous selection of designs but also for conducting thorough background checks on every designer it worked with, The company had impossibly high standards when it came to character.
Chapter 61
Once, one of Heberly’s in–house designers, whose work had been wildly popular, was caught driving under the influence. That very day, Heberly pulled every single one of their pieces from stores and blacklisted them for life.
Now, with Veronica caught in a scandal as messy as this, people were starting to assume the collaboration between her company and Heberly was about to go down the drain.
Renee’s words were like a reminder to Veronica. Heberly cared deeply about character, not just the work itself. She had forgotten about that.
At worst, she might lose the deal altogether.
Veronica stayed silent, and Renee’s gloating only grew more obnoxious.
“Before this incident blows up even more, you might as well resign! It’s only your second day, and you’ve already turned this place upside down”
“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”
A sudden shriek cut through Renee’s tirade.
Felicia came running over, waving her phone. “Heberly just made an announcement! Veronica’s design was chosen as the main feature of their new collection!”
“No way! Don’t try to fool us with some edited news!” Renee scoffed, waving Felicia off dismissively.
Felicia shrank back a little but quietly swiped through her phone screen. She showed an official post from Heberly’s verified account, complete with the blue checkmark.
The brand–new collection was titled “Premonition“, and the main cover image was unmistakably Veronica’s design. The post was even pinned at the top of their page.
Renee’s pupils dilated. She didn’t know how this could happen.
Just yesterday, she had investigated Heath’s identity, put together a whole PR scheme, and leaked those photos. Her entire plan was to frame Veronica as a homewrecker and get Eleanor’s fans to tear her apart.
