Editor: Henyee Translations If Luna wasn’t confident, she wouldn’t have called this meeting in the first place, especially since if this design draft came from someone else—
it would probably attract some skepticism, since skill matters.
But if it’s from a top designer like Mae, then things are different.
“Senior, you misunderstood me.
I’m not asking you to use this draft, I just think you can use it for inspiration.
All design needs inspiration.
You can take it back and think it over.”
Whether Mae has plagiarized before, that’s hard to say, but Luna knows she desperately wants this thing.
Mae, all righteous and proper in her speech, silently stretched out her hand after hearing this, and put all the drafts into her bag—even if she doesn’t use anything from them herself.
These are Willow’s design drafts, and giving her some payback isn’t a bad thing.
“You can’t tell anyone about this—it’s tied to my personal reputation, including my future design career.
If something happens because of this, you’ll get dragged down too.”
“Senior, you can be totally at ease—I delivered them to you personally, that says it all.”
“Then I’m really curious.
You seem to really hate Willow.
What’s the grudge between you two?”
Luna thought for a bit and said, “I guess it’s similar to your reason for hating her—she took something I wanted.”
Luna knows what Mae wants is the title of the country’s top designer, and what she herself wants is Victor Morgan.
Mae was very satisfied when she heard this and reached out with a smile: “In that case, we can keep cooperating in the future.
By the way, do you know who that mysterious woman is, what she really looks like?”
Willow is already the most mysterious person—even at award ceremonies, it’s always her assistant who shows up; so everyone in the industry is curious about her real appearance.
Plus, she’s always so low-key, never attends any gatherings, so almost nobody has interacted with her.
Vera Warner, of course, can’t show up on the big screen.
If Luna, that vicious woman, knew she was still alive, she’d definitely try to hurt her.
To protect herself and her daughter, Vera has never used her real name publicly in the past.
Now that Luna and her daughter have spotted her, she knows her identity will get exposed sooner or later.
Luna immediately sent Mae all the information she had on Vera, but she couldn’t find out anything about what Vera had been up to these last five years, not a trace—no clue who was helping that woman behind the scenes.
“Luna, I won’t let you down for sure; just wait for the fireworks.
Plus, this year’s Best Fashion Design Award is definitely mine.”
“I’m looking forward to your masterpiece, Senior.”
Vera has been busy these days, designing for Mrs.
Morgan, and when she’s finally done with work, she has to go home and take care of her son.
Sometimes she really wonders if these two are plotting together to make her life harder.
If it wasn’t for the headquarters assigning this job, Vera would never have taken it.
The only thing that really comforts her is that when she gets home every day, she sees Chloe Warner with Zola Morgan beside her.
She knows her daughter has a cheerful personality, but she’s just five years old—how strong and sunny can such a little girl really be?
Kids need company and care, and all these years, just to give her daughter a better life, Vera has had to let a lot of things slide.
“Mom’s home!”
The two little dumplings shouted in unison, rushing toward Vera on their short legs.
Victor Morgan had three lines appear on his forehead, because every time these two kids see him, they look totally disappointed.
But whenever they see Vera, they get so enthusiastic.
It makes sense for Chloe, since she’s her daughter, but Zola is his own kid—this is kind of over the top.
Vera’s gotten used to buying things in double now.
She pulled out two pieces of cake: “Look what Mom brought you!”
The two kids excitedly crowd around her, totally melting Vera’s heart—even though life here can feel a bit stifling, she’s genuinely happy.
Because now after work, she doesn’t worry about her daughter being alone, and most importantly, she’s not afraid Chloe will be lonely at school.
Victor might be a pain, but he does come in handy at times.
“No cake for me?”
Victor piped up, mostly just to vent his annoyance—Vera hadn’t looked at him straight even once since coming in.
All her attention was locked on the kids, completely ignoring the head of the household.
Just as he finished talking, Vera glanced over with a look of disdain: “Can you try to act your age?
I bought these for the kids.
You really are going to fight them for cake?”
“…”
This woman—how can she hear that he wants to eat cake, but completely miss the point that he’s feeling annoyed?
Seeing his unhappy face, Vera finally pulled out a piece of chocolate from her bag, unwrapped it, and held it to his lips.
“You can eat this.
And by the way, when are you finally going to get better?”
The subtext is she wants to leave the Morgan family soon.
What’s so wrong with him that she always seems so desperate to run away?
“Have you never heard ‘It takes a hundred days to heal bones and tendons’?”
Vera was a bit speechless: “But isn’t it true that bone fractures heal pretty easily?
It shouldn’t take three whole months.”
“Are you seriously here to negotiate with me about the length of recovery?
If you really don’t want to take care of your lifesaver and want to be an ungrateful person, I have no issue with that.”
Victor never complains, but as soon as he said this, he sounded almost inhuman.
Vera looked totally bewildered—how did she say something so wrong that he turned it around on her like this?
She didn’t say anything about being ungrateful, just asked a couple of questions, that’s all.
“Sorry, let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything.
My bad.
I’ll definitely take care of you here until you fully recover.
Is that enough for you, Mr.
Morgan?”
“Now that’s more like it!”
His tone was ice cold, but his brows floated up—the smug expression made Vera want to laugh and cry at the same time.
The two little dumplings up ahead saw Mom and Dad interacting and couldn’t help but giggle.
“Dad can always keep Mom in check—your relationship will level up faster that way.” Zola was itching for them to hurry up and get married.
Chloe chimed in: “Obviously!
If Dad wasn’t awesome, how would the two of us even exist?”
“Ahem, ahem!!”
Kids may lack filters, but their words almost made the two adults choke.
Vera still can’t figure Chloe out—her daughter is way too mature, saying all this messy stuff out loud.
How does it come from her little mouth?
Vera decided she definitely needs to talk with her daughter and do some mental coaching, in case Chloe keeps blurting out things like that.