My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia)
Chapter 393

Chapter 393 Elliot Has Come

Anastasia remained silent in her seat.

"I think it's best if you don't ask President Presgrave to save you, for it'll only make things worse. You'd better quickly apologize and compensate Savill to save our company from further losses," Alice reminded her.

Of course, she didn't want Elliot to be involved in this. Though she was confident that they wouldn't have anything on her, she didn't want to be panicky either.

"Why should I apologize when I never plagiarized in the first place? The one who should be apologizing is Savill." Anastasia looked up and stared coldly at Alice.

Alice hit the roof at that. "Are you going to keep acting stubborn, Anastasia? You've already become a joke in the jewelry design industry. Are you only going to apologize after you've ruined all of Bourgeois' reputation? I will not let you destroy the company's future!"

Anastasia's only option was to apologize.

Anastasia stood up in response and said firmly, "I will not apologize before I get to the bottom of this."

Alice couldn't help choking and snapped, “Just because President Presgrave likes you doesn't mean you can act lawlessly, you know. It's already embarrassing that you've plagiarized. Are you going to make a bigger deal out of this?!"

"I didn't plagiarize, so I won't apologize." One could tell from Anastasia's beautiful face that she wasn't about to compromise.

Alice was taken aback, for she had never seen someone as stubborn as Anastasia.

At that, she glared at Anastasia and uttered, "Well, I can't wait to see what your fate will be!"

Meanwhile, Felicia pondered over something as she stood in her office. Savill was coming at Anastasia with full force, putting her at a disadvantage. With that, she decided to give Elliot a call.

"Hello?" Elliot's voice came from the other end of the line.

"President, there's something you need to know."

After hearing the whole story from Felicia, he asked concerningly, "What did she say?"

"Anastasia is sure that she didn't plagiarize."

"Alright, I'll come over now." With that, Elliot ended the call.

Bourgeois was still in the process of moving; since Elliot was at the Presgrave Group, he needed some time to get there.

Meanwhile, Grace brought a cup of tea for Anastasia while she sat in her office. "Anastasia, I believe you didn't plagiarize. No matter what everyone else says, I believe you," said Grace as she comforted her, feeling bad for the woman.

"Thanks, Grace." Anastasia was grateful to have an assistant like Grace.

After Grace left, Anastasia propped her forehead, trying to figure out how the whole thing came to be.

She had finished her first draft on the tenth of last month, and Savill had already put the piece on their display by the end of last month. In other words, they had about twenty days in between amending and coming up with the finished product. If their workshop worked overtime on this piece of jewelry, it was indeed possible for them to launch it in about a fortnight at best.

However, the sketch had always been with her, so who could've handed it to Savill?

Someone had evidently leaked it, and it had already happened when she came up with the first draft.

However, who wanted her gone for good? A designer would no longer have a place in the industry if they were branded for plagiarizing. After all, it was just as bad as murder.

In the end, Anastasia determined that someone had stolen her sketch between the tenth and eighteenth of November.

Still, several people had come in and out of her office, and she needed more time to replace out exactly who did it.

Then again, Savill wanted her to answer by 3.00PM the next day. They clearly didn't want to give her time to investigate.

More than that, they were also being ruthless, dragging Bourgeois' reputation down while suing her for plagiarism.

Bourgeois' fame now had overshadowed many companies in the market and also garnered a high approval rate. Hence, no doubt fellow traders would want to bring down this strong competitor. Anastasia was searching for her first draft when she heard someone pushing the door open. At that, she looked up and was surprised.

Elliot had come!

"Felicia told me about your situation." Elliot propped his hand on the desk and asked when he saw her searching for something, "What are you looking for?"