Semua Bab THE REVENGE OF THE CHUBBY HEIRESS: Bab 21 - Bab 30

JESSIEMy heart was in my mouth as I hurried to the office. Mrs Aulin, Tiffany. Lauren, Grace and Sarah are already in the boardroom. They all looked at me as if I were a criminal stepping into their territory. “They were my designs.” Tiffany was sniffing, blinking rapidly. “Then why didn’t you say anything before now?” Mrs Aulin asked with a stern expression. “I was caught up in my life for a moment, and I didn’t want to make a big deal, but now I don’t want Jessie riding on my tail,” she said, like she had done me a favour before. “So what do you have to say for yourself?” Lauren asked with her nose in the air. I looked from person to person. A bitter chuckle left my mouth, and they all looked at me as if I had lost my mind. “Wait, you don’t actually believe her, do you?” I asked, and the silence in the room is unbearable. “I have proof that I designed that.” My voice is now serious as I make my way out of the room. I searched my desk to discover that the original drafts were

JESSIEThe entire morning, Sarah and Grace stared at my back, whispers going between them. Sarah came up to my table and stood while I typed out my report. “Can I help you?” I asked, not looking up to her. “How are the designs coming along?” She asked, eyes darting around my empty table. “Just perfect.” I looked up, throwing my perfect smile at her before turning my gaze to my laptop. “I just wanted to make sure that you are working. Mrs Moore wants to make sure the designs are perfect.” “Well, thank you very much, Sarah,” I said, getting out of my seat and walking over to the break room, giving them enough time to search and be disappointed. They would not think I would be stupid enough to leave my designs at my desk after what they did to me. I couldn’t believe how stupid they were to endanger their careers just to help Tiffany. I watched them from the door of the break room as they rummaged through drawers, only to find them full of useless papers. “Find anything?” Sarah as

JESSIE“If you refuse to give me the money, then I will make sure Mrs Moore gives me double,” she screamed over the phone before it beeped dead. “Angela,” I screamed over and over again. I yanked the phone from my ear and dialled the number again, but was met with the automated voice. I could feel Stephen’s eyes still steady on my body. I turned to him slowly with my blank screen. I laugh nervously, feeling my stomach walls tighten, and the study feels smaller than normal. “I can handle this.” The words slipped out of my mouth before he could even speak. “It’s just my adoptive parents, and it’s a few million; I can handle it. I won’t let them ruin the Moore or Harrington name…” “It’s not about the money, Jessie,” he cut my ramble off. His voice is far more composed than the panic in his eyes. “They aren’t bad people; they are just broke,” I continued, making excuses for them because I am ashamed to show this part of me to him. “They are trying to break you, Jessie. This is not n

ZARATiffany’s design was perfect. The kind that made everyone gasp and stare in awe, but it was obvious that they all knew nothing about the design world. I gently fixed my eyes on Mrs Aulin. She pressed her lips into a thin line and tilted her head. Stephen had really gone all out. The designs that Tiffany was presenting were outdated, but somehow refined to fit current trends, so at a glance, no one could tell what was really wrong. However, they were from a failed line of the Harrington a few years back, which means if they made it to the market, they would fail once again due to a lack of functionality. “Ms Moore, can you explain the inspiration behind this project? ” Mrs Aulin asked. She looked like she was having her doubts, but the reality of it hadn't really registered for her yet. Tiffany’s eyes travelled through the hall and rested on Daniel, who avoided her gaze almost immediately. “It’s such a beautiful design; I am sure you would have the cutest story to go,” she ad

JESSIEI slipped on the dress. Stephen had gotten my exact size, and it still shocked me. Even after years with Allen, he always got my dress sizes down and asked me to force myself into them. Why was Stephen taking this much care of me, even though this was a contract? I touched up my makeup and looked at myself in the mirror to be sure I was one to stand beside the almighty Harrington heir. Stephen had ditched the sedan and prepared a Rolls-Royce, something that better fit his status. He was at the base of the stairs, already waiting for me. His suit stayed on his shoulders, flowing with some kind of naturalness. Almost as if he was born to wear a suit. He still was when our eyes met, and when I reached the bottom of the stairs, he was already waiting there with his hands stretched out for me. He let out a ragged breath and pulled me closer. “You look absolutely stunning, Jessie,” he murmured. I looked down at myself as if I was trying to remember what I looked like, even thoug