Chapter 1108
They gazed into each other’s eyes until their lips met. The kiss lingered. When they finally pulled apart, it took them a moment to breathe again.
Annabel’s eyes were also filled with desire. “Alright. Don’t make a fuss now. We’ll talk about it after I finish my work.”
Meanwhile, after that day, Talia rarely visited Leo Studio. She made an appointment with Susan and went to the same café where they had met before.
Sitting across from Susan, Talia said, “I know what Annabel’s design looks like.”
Susan’s eyes lit up at once. She perked up immediately, a self-satisfied smile spreading across her face. “If that’s the case, then here’s what we’ll do. I’ll arrange for someone to take her design and modify it before the competition. That way, we save time. And even if Annabel investigates, Leo Studio will take the blame.”
Talia nodded, agreeing—but then something occurred to her. “But… it can’t be one of our people.”
Susan thought for a moment, then gave her a meaningful look. Only a mole could deliver a blow that would truly shock their enemy.
Talia agreed without hesitation. “Fine. Then I’ll do it.”
Susan’s initial wariness of Talia faded after hearing that she already knew what Annabel’s design looked like. “I hope to hear good news from you as soon as possible, Miss Clifford.”
If Leo Studio really reported them, there was no way the studio would win. Annabel’s supposedly unbeaten streak would finally come to an end—and perhaps her reputation would collapse just as quickly.
Susan had waited a long time for that moment.
She smiled broadly as she sipped her coffee, already picturing herself triumphing over Annabel at last.
“Alright. You can go now, Miss Clifford,” Susan said. “Contact me if anything comes up.”
In a hospital in Douburgh, Margo had already spent five days there in the blink of an eye. She wanted to return to the set as soon as possible, but the doctor insisted she remain hospitalized for a few more weeks because of the fracture. It wasn’t a minor injury, and healing would take time.
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After Margo confessed her feelings to Rory on the first day, he never came back to visit. As the days passed, she grew dissatisfied, then angry with herself for being so impatient, so desperate.
Then, something unexpected happened.
“Margo?” Rory knocked, then walked into the room carrying a bouquet of gardenias. “How are you feeling?”
Margo startled at his voice. The moment she recognized it, she snapped out of her daze. When she realized he was truly there, a smile rose to her lips before she could stop it. She sat up straighter and leaned toward him slightly.
“I’m fine now. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did before. But the doctor insists I stay here for a few more weeks.” She hesitated, then asked, “What are you doing here, Rory? Did filming wrap up for the day?”
Even as she spoke, her awkwardness remained. She couldn’t help wondering whether Rory would treat her differently now that she had confessed—or whether they could still stay friends.
Truthfully, Rory had been torn. For three days, he went back and forth over whether he should visit Margo. In the end, he decided to come. He didn’t feel that way about her, and he couldn’t allow the misunderstanding to linger.
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