A sinister smile appeared on Ziggy's face. "Now that you've pissed off someone you shouldn't have, I will let you know what despair really feels like." He copied the bank details of the few women employees before he typed quickly on the keyboard. His fingers were impossibly fast! The screen was full of undecipherable codes and scripts. In five minutes, Ziggy looked up as his finger paused above the 'enter' key. A flash of decisiveness coursed through his eyes and his finger pressed on the button. The codes and scripts immediately disappeared as a progress bar replaced them on the screen. The bar filled up slowly from the tenth percentile to... Hundred percent... When the progress bar was filled up, a simple word appeared. Complete. Ziggy turned around and looked at the time. Unhurriedly, he turned off his laptop and crossed his arms. This was the only way he could enact his revenge! After all, there was no surveillance in the washroom, so he did not have any d
Jodie answered the phone sleepily. "Hello? Ziggy? What's wrong? Did you fall in love with a girl from school?" Ziggy held his forehead helplessly. "No, I will send a design to you in a while but I need the finished product by noon, can you bring it to me?" Hearing Ziggy's instructions, Jodie immediately became conscious. "What? What design, and what product?! What are you talking about, Ziggy? I don't understand!" Ziggy looked at the time on the wall. "No time to explain, just please make it by noon! Come to my school at noon. It's concerning mommy, so everything has to be perfect!" Jodie was utterly dumbfounded, but at the same time, she was nervous for him. "Ziggy, explain! Why do I feel like I'm getting more confused?!" Ziggy hung up. "I can't, just do as I say. It's late, I have to make breakfast." Jodie's mouth was hung open. She could barely get another sound out before she heard the beeping from the phone. She looked at the time; it was 6 a.m. She was about to
"Ziggy-boy, I've found a dressmaker to rush the product, I'll definitely get it finished by noon." Ziggy nodded. "Great. Don't forget to pick me up with the dress at noon." Jodie asked with nervousness and confusion, "Ziggy-boy, tell me honestly, what is this for? You didn't tell me anything and it’s making me palpitate so hard!" Ziggy smiled. "It's not anything illegal, and you'll know by noon." He then passed Jane the phone. "Ms. Jane, my godmother is looking for you." Jane picked up the phone, confused. "Hello?" Jodie was suddenly in a state of euphoria because Ziggy had finally called her his godmother! "Hi, Ms. Jane, I will come and pick Ziggy up at noon. We've met before, I'm Jodie." Hearing Jane's voice, Jodie's employed a more serious tone even though her voice still sounded joyful. Jane nodded and looked at Ziggy. "I understand, thank you for telling me." Returning the phone to Ziggy, Jane stared at him with questions in her eyes. Ziggy had always struc
Rue was startled and grabbed one of Edward's sleeves. "Edward, only you can save the Bennet Group now! What would people think if Bluemel Inc. watched as the Bennet Group sank?" Rue's obvious hint caused Edward's brows to furrow. "This is obviously a targeted operation. If you can't find the party behind it, so what if I helped you once? What about the next attack, and the attack after that? Do I need to clean your mess up every time?" Hearing Edward's say that matter-of-factly made Rue tremble uncontrollably. "Edward, you really have made up your mind about not interfering?" Edward reached out to Josh with his big, cold hand. Without any pause in between, Josh took his hand. Although Edward did not show any emotion, his heart sang. He held Josh's hand as they walked into Josh's bedroom. "If you cannot find the person who set the Bennet Group up, I won't interfere." After they had left, Rue's hands balled up tightly into a fist. To marry Edward, she had to step do
Josh sighed as he sat in his chair after Rue left. He opened up his drawer and retrieved a bottle of pain reliever for the slap, then took some ice from the freezer. If father came home and saw that, it would trigger another fight at home. In the morning, Melissa and a few women gathered with their faces full of panic. They seemed to be discussing something with shock on their faces. Melissa whispered, "I don't know how, but after I woke up, I saw the messages, saying all the money I've been saving up in my bank had vanished! It's like they'd been transferred away!" The other women nodded. "Exactly, mine too!" "And mine! My bank account is empty!" "Not even a single penny was left!" "I called them earlier, but they said there was no record of the transference!" ...Melissa shook her head as her face paled. "I've already called the police! It's the money I've been saving for years, how can it just disappear like that?!" The other nodded. "We called the police too.
Anne looked at Rachel, confused. "What do you mean?" The office suddenly fell silent while a huge stage was being set up in front of the Chapman Group's entrance. There was a multitude of design dresses on them with the designers standing next to their product. The office was as quiet as a moonbeam. Rachel clutched her palms together tightly. "I'm sorry, Anne, I couldn't finish the design in time." Anne sighed. "You should apologize to the president, he had high hopes for you." She then left after leaving those words behind. Rachel left the office and stood off-stage to look at the dresses as a spectator. Melissa, who was standing on stage, immediately spotted Rachel. So, she held her head high proudly. The event onstage was well underway. There was a row of judges with Nathan being at the center. He scanned the stage but could not see the person he wanted to see. It was not until he saw Rachel off-stage that he paused with a startle. 'Didn't she sign up for t
Even though the judges seemed satisfied, Nathan was not. He frowned. In his understanding, Rachel's talent was more than that! "The design seems kinda messy, isn't it? It looks like a scrawled doodle made by a child." A younger judge frowned while making that comment on the dress. With that comment, snickers and whispers fade in and out on- and off-stage. Rachel did not mind the commotion as she smiled at the judges. "It does look kinda plain, doesn't it? But it depends on how you look at it." The judges were intrigued. "Oh, you mean to say we've been looking at it wrong?" "No matter how we look at it, it's still very childish and patchy even if it fits the theme!" "That's right, is there any other tricks it can show?" ...Even with the influx of criticism from the judges, Rachel was not nervous. Nathan squinted in anticipation. 'No! This dress is not as cheap and patchy as the other judges are saying!' 'This dress is designed by a genius! The fabric used i
Jodie shot a red-faced Melissa a dirty look and took the pencil in her hand. "What are you so mean for? I'm not wrong. It's true, there's barely any part of you that's real, but you don't like people talking about it..." Melissa held her hands together in an attempt to stop herself from an outburst. Rachel shook her head helplessly at Jodie. Melissa was probably going crazy about what Jodie said of her. However, after seeing Rachel's gaze, Jodie pouted and stopped taunting Melissa. With the pencil in her hand, Jodie randomly drew something on the paper while being utterly confused. "Rachel, is this how I should be holding the pencil? This is it, right?" Rachel pressed her palm onto her face. "Jodie, how are you able to hold a pencil like a knife?!" Jodie screamed at Rachel. "How many times have you seen me draw? Just the few times in art classes! I don't know any of this stuff!" She then placed the pencil back at the canvas heavily and furiously. All the judges nodded