  Connor looked at Braylee. &quot;Mommy, has Mr. Cara been busy these past few days? He hasn't come to see us.&quot;
      Hearing this, Braylee caressed both kids on their heads. &quot;Of course. Mr. Cara is looking after such a huge company. How can he find time to go out every day? That's enough; don't complain anymore. Eat your dinner and go to bed early.&quot;
      &quot;Sure.&quot; The kids nodded.
      The next day, Braylee started work officially.
      Braylee punched her card and then went to the procurement department to check the fabrics sent by the textile mills three days ago. After confirming that everything was fine, she walked to the CEO's office.
      Hearing a knock on the door, Cara called out without raising his head, &quot;Come in!&quot;
      When she heard the reply, Braylee pushed open the door and went in. &quot;Mr. Cara.&quot;
      At the sound of her voice

  It really was her design!
      Plagiarized down to the very last detail.
      &quot;How does it look, Nat? Could you confirm anything?&quot; Joyce badgered her over the phone.
      Returning to her senses, Braylee turned to check the designer's signature at the lower right corner of the design. She went livid when she saw Adley's watermark. She picked up the phone again and held it to her ear, her words as cold as ice as she scowled, &quot;Yes, confirmed. It's definitely her!&quot;
      She had always known that Adley was a repeated plagiarist, but she never thought that one day, she would fall victim to that woman's crime. The piece of work, which Adley copied off her, had been assigned to her by her mentor a year ago, with the theme being autumn.
      Back then, she had designed about twenty pieces. Her mentor only fancied eight of them, deeming the rest to be behind the times. 

  The two men went to the stairwell.
      Jackson brought out a pack of cigarettes from his white coat pocket and offered one to Cara.
      Cara took a cigarette and held it between his fingers. &quot;Find another doctor for me. Stanley won't do!&quot;
      &quot;Why?&quot; Jackson paused as he was trying to light his cigarette. &quot;I've already contacted him. He will be reporting at the hospital soon. It's too late to get a replacement.&quot;
      &quot;He's not as simple as he seems. I cannot entrust Jacqueline to him!&quot; Cara caught the lighter Jackson threw to him but had no intention of lighting his cigarette.
      &quot;If we do not use Stanley, Jacqueline will not get well. It's not that there are no brain surgeons who are better than Stanley, but these other surgeons are ageing and not suited to perform surgery. Are you certain you want to replace him?&quot; Jackson dra

Connor looked at Braylee. &quot;Mommy, has Mr. Cara been busy these past few days? He hasn't come to see us.&quot;
      Hearing this, Braylee caressed both kids on their heads. &quot;Of course. Mr. Cara is looking after such a huge company. How can he find time to go out every day? That's enough; don't complain anymore. Eat your dinner and go to bed early.&quot;
      &quot;Sure.&quot; The kids nodded.
      The next day, Braylee started work officially.
      Braylee punched her card and then went to the procurement department to check the fabrics sent by the textile mills three days ago. After confirming that everything was fine, she walked to the CEO's office.
      Hearing a knock on the door, Cara called out without raising his head, &quot;Come in!&quot;
      When she heard the reply, Braylee pushed open the door and went in. &quot;Mr. Cara.&quot;
      At the sound of her voice, Cara's eyes flickered and he stopped writing with the pen still in his hand. He looked at her

Chapter 71 The Stolen Design