Thus, everyone understood the editor’s intention was to use the newly written part of the script to determine who was right and who was wrong in this matter.
"No objections from anyone, right?" the chief editor asked.
There were no objections from anyone, so this matter was decided.
After leaving the meeting room, Lyra Grant was visibly embarrassed, feeling that the other screenwriters were looking at her differently. Minnie ran up to her and whispered, "Lyra, you didn’t really take Mabel Quinn’s draft, did you..."
"How could I!" Lyra immediately interrupted, "I will prove that the draft is mine. Mabel Quinn is just a thief!"
Minnie fell silent, looking at Lyra’s resolute expression, yet still doubting her words in her heart.
As Mabel Quinn was about to reach the bus stop after work, a car suddenly stopped beside her. Lyra Grant got out of the car, stood in front of Mabel, and glared at her with hatred.
Mabel felt amused. Clearly, it was Lyra who had done something wrong, but looking at Lyra’s expression, it seemed as if someone owed her something significant.
"Mabel Quinn, you deliberately set a trap to deal with me, didn’t you!" Lyra said angrily. Just thinking about how everyone looked at her in the meeting room made her feel mortified, all thanks to Mabel.
"You just want to gain without working for it, but where is there such an easy thing in this world?" Mabel replied, "This isn’t high school anymore, and I’m not that student who only wrote drafts in notebooks back then. Do you think after being taken advantage of back then, I wouldn’t keep backups or evidence now?"
"So you actually wanted to harm me!"
"I didn’t have the time to think about harming you; you’re harming yourself!" Mabel replied bluntly, "Lyra Grant, there are some things you can steal once, but it doesn’t mean you can steal a second time. Besides, what’s stolen is always stolen; what’s not yours will inevitably be returned one day!"
At that moment, Lyra wished she could tear the person in front of her to pieces. If it weren’t for Mabel, how would she have lost so much face!
"Don’t get too smug, we’ll see about that." Lyra left a harsh comment and drove away.
Mabel shrugged. The events of the past were replaying again, but she was no longer who she was back then, so this time she wouldn’t just be plundered without being able to fight back.
As she had just said, she hadn’t intentionally tried to frame Lyra. It was just that after what happened back then, now whenever she writes anything, she uploads it to her email and cloud storage just in case.
This time, it could only be said that Lyra harmed herself. Having tasted the sweetness of manuscript theft once, she thought she could do it the second time.
That evening, Mabel returned to the Grove Mansion and opened the script document on her computer. Originally, she was only using this script as practice for herself, intending to submit it as part of her internship work when she needed to submit her work to the school.