Monica Usher’s chest tightened, but her expression remained calm as she questioned, "Let you know the password? That’s simply impossible."
"I saw it by chance, they didn’t tell me on purpose. It’s because those numbers match my birthday, so I remembered them deeply."
Monica Usher believed her words; Barbara Sutton had no reason to lie about something .
She took out the original design drafts from the night before and handed them to her, "I drew this. Look closely again, isn’t it identical?"
Barbara accepted it and scrutinized it once more, utterly shocked! The drawing was impressively realistic.
"It is," she asked in confusion, looking up, "Monica, why did you draw this? They already released the finished product. If you release yours, it’s plagiarism, and there’s a meeting record of this."
"I’m not plagiarizing, but I can switch it." Monica Usher uttered these words softly from her red lips, not hiding her intentions.
It gave Barbara a real fright, "Switching such expensive jewelry, if found out, it could be a capital offense." "That’s why the switch is up to you," Monica stated directly.
Barbara broke out in a cold sweat, facing her gaze, feeling like there was no turning back.
Monica’s lips curved slightly, "Be my assistant, if you don’t mind." As if the earlier words were just a joke.
Barbara felt an inexplicable panic, "Switch? Those are priceless diamonds from Zulmar. They’ll be guarding them tightly. How would an outsider have the chance to make a move? And...at the least, it’s imprisonment, at worst, a death sentence, all those involved would be implicated, right?"
"You drive without a license, can’t afford the two million compensation, that’s also imprisonment," Monica said softly, "Either way, it’s jail time, so why not repay my favor?"
Barbara instantly understood her meaning; she was biding her time.
Monica didn’t coerce her; it was Barbara who couldn’t resist the lure of money, step by step falling into her trap, unable to escape.
"Go ahead and eat, the breakfast will get cold," Monica said softly, her presence gentle yet leaving Barbara somewhat frightened.
The morning sun’s beautiful rays filtered through the window.
Finn Morgan had just woken up and was already texting Hailey, who replied in seconds.
"Awake so early?" Finn began to dial her number, and she quickly picked up.
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They both spoke at the same time, fell silent for a moment, and couldn’t help but laugh.
"How did you sleep last night?" Finn asked warmly.
"Was it because I called you before bed, and my big photo kept you company while you slept?"
"Yes, yes." Hailey couldn’t help but laugh, "Did you miss me?"
"If you missed me, why didn’t you say so?" she playfully complained, "You had to wait for me to ask."
A slight smile tugged at the corner of Finn’s lips, "I’ll say it in the future."
"Exactly, you need to express your thoughts and love, who knows if you keep it to yourself?" Hailey glanced at the time and understandingly said, "You have to go to work, right?"
"Just about. You should heal your leg injury completely before coming, remember to change the bandage."
"Okay, I will remember."
After a simple phone call, they reluctantly hung up.
Finn had just changed his shirt when his phone rang again. When he looked at the phone, the gentle expression on his face grew complex.
It was his mother’s call...
But he had changed his number years ago and never contacted his mother, so how did she know his number?
He always remembered his mother’s number.
Indeed, to avoid Melissa, he had left the familiar city and cut off contact with his family.
The ringtone continued...
His distinctly jointed fingers slid over the answer button, "Mom." His heart stirred with mixed emotions.