In My Desperate Time

Chapter 142 My Dream is Shattered

I wash up and go to the office.

I run into Steven Song in front of the office.

“You're not waiting for me in front of the office again, are you?” I walk over and ask Steven Song.

“Are you a fairy that can make my wish come true?”

Steven Song is always so annoying. I roll my eyes at him and go into the company.

“I heard that DS headquarters has already discussed your design, and they have almost decided to sign the contract with you. They may talk with you about the contract within a week.” Steven Song says behind me.

A week?

Happiness comes so suddenly?

Thinking I can leave Frances Louis soon, I have mixed feelings. There is a hint of reluctance.

Such feelings surprise me.

I can't believe I am reluctant to leave Frances Louis?

Have I become emotionally involved with him during these days?

No way, no way.

I wouldn't have feelings for Frances Louis like a flying moth darting into the fire. I could never afford to love him. Whether he has a wife or not, it is impossible for us to be a real couple.

“Tell me you plan. What do you want to do when you get the money?”

“Leave Frances Louis, then buy myself a small house and happily enjoy my single life.” I say to Steven Song.

“What kind of house do you want to buy? A big villa?” Steven Song says jokingly.

I roll my eyes at him again and purse my lips, “Villas are for you rich people to live in, I only remain a million dollars after I pay off Frances Louis. I can’t afford a big house. A small apartment is enough for me.”

“It happens that someone in the community where I live has a house for sale, an apartment, with pretty good location and at nice floor. The owner is eager to sale it out, so the price shouldn't be too high. If you want to buy it, I can consult for you first.”

That's great, but are you sure it won't be too expensive? A rich person like you must be living in an upscale community.”

As far as I know, although Steven Song's house is not a villa, its renovation and size would worth two or three million dollars. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

I can’t get two or three million dollars even if I sold myself. I don't want to take out a mortgage to buy a house either, I want to live a life with no worries.

“The community I live in is upscale, but there are middle and low-grade houses too. Don't worry, I'll take into account the financial ability of a working class like you.”

I am relieved hearing what he says and ask him to keep an eye out for me.

There isn't much work in the morning. I have already begun to look at furniture and appliances.

I am so excited at the thought of owning my own house and life. I collect the stuff I want one by one, I feel that the cozy little home is not far from me.

But dreams are things that come quickly but wake up even faster.

At noon, I get a call from Donny.

“Jane Noyes, what’s wrong with your drawings?” On the other end of the phone, Donny's voice is extremely serious.

“What happened?” I ask in confusion and feeling uneasy.

“DS says that you plagiarize someone else’s design. Just half an hour ago, this drawing happened to be put on the official website by DS's rival, Mangalore.”

Donny's words chill me to the bone.

But I didn’t plagiarize at all! How could this happen?

“Who is the designer of the manuscript?” I ask anxiously.

I already feel my head buzzing because of this sudden shock.

“Nicole Snow.”

Hearing the name, I feel the blood all over my body rush to my head.

“I know, thank you, let me find out what's going on.” I say to Donny.

“Well, I believe you. I can see your talent, and I trust Steven Song, you can't copy anyone else's work. I'm going to talk to the DS director first and settle this problem.”

After I hang up the phone, I open Mangalore's website. Seeing the exactly same design with mine, I rush into Nicole Snow's office.