His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 145

Nova's feelings were never a mystery to Casper. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about marrying her. It's just that now... his desire wasn't as strong. "It's getting late; you should get some rest," he said, standing up and heading upstairs.

After being ignored so many times, Nova couldn't help but start doubting Casper. Did he not like her anymore? Did he have feelings for Eliza?

No. Nova wouldn't let that happen.

The next day at the office, Molly handed Nova a stack of recent design drafts from everyone. "Ms. Nova, you'll be in charge of selecting the best designs."

Nova smiled as she took the thick pile of papers. "Alright, Molly, I'll make sure to pick out the best ones."

These drafts were submissions from the design department. Each person had submitted several.

Nova pulled out Eliza's drafts and tossed them into the trash bin. Then, she randomly selected a few others and handed them to Faithe.

Faithe quickly delivered the designs to Casper. He frowned deeply as he looked over the uninspired drafts. "What is this?"

"Ms. Nova carefully selected these."

"This is her idea of a careful selection? If this is the level of our design department, we need a new team." Casper tossed the drafts onto his desk and massaged his temples in frustration.

Faithe picked up a draft and took a closer look. She often interacted with the design department and knew these weren't their best work. Glancing at the signatures, she saw that most were from recent interns. Could there have been a mistake?

"Maybe Ms. Nova overlooked some. I'll call her to clarify."

Faithe returned to her desk and dialed Nova's number. "Ms. Nova, Mr. Casper is very unhappy with your submitted designs. Could there have been a mistake?"

Nova had chosen randomly. She

couldn't tell what was good and what wasn't. Nova glanced at Eliza's submitted drafts in the trash bin. and remembered that Eliza was a talented art school graduate Her designs should be good.

"Faithe, I also have a few drafts. Why not show those to Mr. Casper?"

"If you designed them, Ms. Nova, they must be good. I'll come and get them right away."

After hanging up, Nova retrieved Eliza's drafts from the trash bin, tore off her name, and wrote her own.

When these drafts reached Casper's hands, he was genuinely impressed. "These are Nova's designs?"

Faithe straightened up. "Yes, Mr.

Casper. Who would've thought Ms.

Nova's designs would be so captivating? You can tell they're eye-catching. If the final products are made, they're sure to be Welton International's bestsellers this season."

Casper, holding the drafts, nodded in satisfaction. "The quality is indeed high-neither pandering nor flashy. They fit the contemporary youth's aesthetic perfectly." "Ms. Nova is truly talented."

"Let's go with these," Casper said, handing the drafts to Faithe. "Doesn't the design department have that Best Design Award with a $100,000 incentive? I think she should get it." "I'll go and share the good news with Ms. Nova." Faithe, holding the drafts, left the office.

Soon, the design department buzzed with the news that Nova's design had won first place. The $100,000 prize finally had a recipient. Everyone's anxiety was put to rest.

"Ms. Nova, congratulations! Mr.

Casper particularly liked your design and made sure to specify that the $100,000 reward must go to you," Faithe said, her words carrying a hint of flattery.

Nova smiled slightly. "You played a part in this as well, Faithe."