Chapter 64 Make Her His Wife

Less than a minute later, I got a call from Leona. "How do you have this?" That was her first question. Clearly, she knew exactly what I had sent her. I was packing up my laptop and heading out, phone in hand, when I said, "If you don't want anyone to know, then don't do it at all." "No one will believe you!" Leona snapped—though I could hear the tremor of guilt in her voice. After all, it was plagiarized work. By then, I'd already left the computer mall. Taking in the bright sky outside, I said slowly, "Don't believe me? Clara Lane's works have unmistakable personal traits. Compare this with her past pieces—any expert can tell it's genuinely hers. As for me..." "What do you want? What's your price?" She cut me off before I could finish. She knew well that true designers, especially masters, have styles so unique they can't be faked—visible to insiders, invisible to amateurs. Her panic was exactly what I wanted. Calmly, I said, "I want you to make Holly take the money and leave—right n