Chapter 1112
Chapter 1112:
When her gaze passed Chana’s shelf, she spotted another sketch—its red hue immediately catching her attention. What’s more, she could make out the outline of a dress along the edge.
It was Annabel’s design draft.
Excitement surged through Talia, but she was careful not to show it. She returned her attention to the drawing in her hands, pretending to admire it. “Your design is impressive. I like it very much. Just keep this style p>
Then she set the sketch aside and fixed her attention on her real target. With feigned curiosity, she reached for the plastic envelope and flipped it over, revealing a striking red, vintage European-style gown—the same one Chana had described before.
“Chana, is this the design Leo is taking to the competition?” Talia exclaimed with a bright smile. “It’s absolutely stunning p>
Chana’s face drained of color. She snatched the envelope from Talia and hurriedly shoved it into a nearby drawer. As if that weren’t enough, she locked it with a key, as though guarding something priceless.
Chana moved so swiftly and smoothly that Talia’s gaze followed her every motion.
Talia stared at her, amused. “What’s the matter p>
Chana locked the drawer and deliberately checked it twice before finally pulling her hand away. She looked oddly relieved, as if a heavy burden had just been lifted from her shoulders. Then she raised her head and gave Talia an apologetic smile.
“I hope you didn’t mind what I just did,” Chana said. “Leo gave me his draft yesterday for the design competition, so it can’t be leaked in any way. I know that probably looked rude. I’m really sorry, but… since you saw it just now, please don’t tell anyone about it, okay? If Leo finds out, he’ll scold me—and he might even fire me p>
She gave Talia a pleading look, her expression pitiful. She even bowed with exaggerated sincerity.
Talia had her own thoughts, of course, but she nodded quickly. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. In fact, I’ll erase it from my mind the moment I leave this room p>
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“I’m so relieved. Thank you so much p>
Chana’s desperate expression vanished at once, replaced by a bright, satisfied smile. Not long after, her phone rang. She answered and spoke briefly to whoever was calling.
“Okay. I see. Alright, I’ll go downstairs right away p>
When the call ended, she turned to Talia. “There’s a parcel I need to pick up downstairs. Do you want to come with me?” Chana asked as she stood.
At that, Talia regained her composure and shook her head. “No thanks. You go ahead. I want to use the bathroom p>
The moment Chana left the room, Talia began looking around. She quickly noticed the key to the drawer lying on the mouse pad. With no one nearby, she picked it up, quietly unlocked the drawer, and slipped the design draft into her handbag.
When she was done, she locked the drawer again and placed the key back on the mouse pad exactly where it had been. Then she stood, deliberately fixed her hair as if nothing had happened, and finally left the office.
Chana returned to the room five minutes later. When she saw the chair was empty, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curved her lips. She sat down and checked the drawer without hesitation.