"Is his hacking skills...good?"
"It's great." Nigel pursed his lips. "I might need a few more years of training to reach his level.”
Luna's heart sunk deeply upon Nigel's words.
She casually caught up with Nigel for a little while more before hanging up the call and returning to the living room.
Anne had made breakfast. She called Luna over to have some food, though with furrowed brows as she looked at her. "Mo Sam has admitted that he stole your designs, and this is good news. Why does it feel like you're not in a good mood?"
Luna forced a smile. She lowered her head and seriously started eating.
Five hours later, at Lynch Group Tower.
It was the same conference room with the same people. Everyone was called in for a meeting.
Sitting at the main seat, Joshua could not hide the tiredness and haggardness on his face.
Even so, he was equally dignified and arrogant-looking.
With a small smile, he tapped on the meeting table
rhythmically with one hand. "I'm sure all of you have seen the news this morning. The plagiarizing incident doesn't exist; Mo Sam was the only one who stole the designs. It has nothing to do with Mr. Gibson."
Upon his words, Courtney, at the corner, could not help but roll her eyes. She muttered lightly. "Why does it have nothing to do with him all of a sudden? Didn't Director Luna capture it all?"
Luna turned her head, looked at Courtney, and smiled. She said in a calm voice, "Perhaps, Mr. Gibson only thought that my designs were very pretty. He only took pictures of my designs to admire them, maybe? Although it crossed a line, accusing him of leaking confidential information is too heavy a punishment."
Courtney bit her lip. She wanted to say something but did not know how to retort.
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