Chapter 60
Chapter 60
“Yes, exactly!” Jonathan let out a sigh. “She’s just not as talented as you. Honestly, she’s not really cut out for design.”
“That’s why she should just come clean about the plagiarism, apologize sincerely, and put an end to all this before things get out of hand… To tell you the truth, I’m actually an apprentice of the designer behind the Grand Piano Collection.”
When Marina said this, Jonathan’s eyes lit up.
“He absolutely despises anyone stealing his work. If Niamh drags her feet and doesn’t apologize, I’m afraid she’ll get sued and have to pay a fortune in damages…”
Marina’s face was full of concern for Niamh. Jonathan reached out to gently stroke Marina’s silky hair, his eyes soft, as if praising her kindness.
Meanwhile, the trending accusations that Niamh had plagiarized the Grand Piano Collection were only getting worse. All day, fans camped outside the FY Group’s entrance, refusing to leave.
It wasn’t until late at night–after the last of the fans finally dispersed–that Niamh dared leave the office. By the time she got home, it was nearly midnight.
Someone was standing at her front door.
Niamh’s heart jumped. For a second, she thought her address had leaked and some crazed fan had come to harass her.
But as the figure turned, she saw Jonathan, who looked at her as if she were a ghost, his brow knitting in annoyance.
“Not happy to see me?”
Niamh hadn’t expected Jonathan to show up at her place.
“Not really…”
She answered honestly, but Jonathan just gave a little smile, clearly not buying it.
“So, what do you want?”
“Let’s talk inside.”
His tone was commanding, as always. Niamh hesitated, not wanting to let him in,
but she knew there was no way she could stop Jonathan if he insisted.
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He walked right past her and into the apartment.
Niamh still remembered the last time Jonathan came by–it was to return the divorce papers.
Could it be that he’d finally agreed to the divorce?
Her nerves tightened as she watched him pull a sheet of paper from his pocket and hand it over.
But it wasn’t divorce papers.
“This is an apology statement–Marina wrote it for you.”
“What?”
Niamh blinked, not understanding.
Jonathan sat down on the sofa, a faint, mocking smile playing at his lips, as if he doubted her intelligence.
“Marina is the apprentice of the Grand Piano Collection designer you supposedly plagiarized. She says that if you admit to it publicly and apologize sincerely, her mentor will let the matter drop and won’t pursue legal action.”
Niamh actually laughed, incredulous.
Since when had she ever taken Marina as her apprentice?
“Jonathan, do you just believe everything Marina tells you?”
Jonathan met her angry glare calmly. “You already know the answer to that.”
Of course she did.
Niamh let out a bitter laugh, feeling foolish for even asking.
“I didn’t plagiarize. And I’m not going to apologize.” She crumpled the paper and tossed it straight into the trash.
Jonathan’s expression darkened.
“Niamh, Marina’s only trying to help. Don’t be so ungrateful.”
Before he could finish, Niamh walked over and opened the front door.
“Get out.”
The moment had a strange sense of déjà vu.
The last time, when he showed up with divorce papers, she’d done the exact same
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thing–opened the door and told him to leave.
Twice now, Niamh had shown him the door. Jonathan found it oddly novel.
Last time, he’d left.
This time…
Niamh stood at the doorway, waiting for him to get up. Jonathan did stand–but as he walked toward her, he reached up and pulled off his tie.
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