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"Who knows? After all, someone like you could do anything. *

Molly refused to admit it, and Camille just stared at her for a moment.

Preston said coldly, “Molly, there are only three of us in this room right

now. If you confess that you have a chance to make things right, or do

you want everyone to know?"

"So, you don't believe me, brother? I said I didn't, I'm not bored enough

to do such things. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. If

you have any proof, go ahead and prove it!"

Molly knew that they couldn't possibly have proof, and if they did, she

wouldn't ask her. Instead, she would make her confess directly.

As to whether it had anything to do with her or not? Did it matter?

Of course not. All that mattered was that she was happy to see Camille

in trouble. The rest of it didn't matter to her.

Molly looked at Camille and raised her eyebrows, a look that seemed to

tell her once again to stick to the evidence if there was evidence, and

not to accuse her if there wasn't.

Camille also narrowed her eyes slightly with a faint smile. "Molly, you

mean that if I can prove that you had something to do with it, you'll

admit that you did it, right?"

Molly was stunned.

She didn’t know what Camille meant.

But whatever Camille meant, she was not afraid.

She straightened her back and lift her head. "Of course, if you can

show me proof that I did it, of course, I'll admit it. But what if you can't?"

Camille smiled meaningfully. "Yes, just remember what you said. Your

brother is our witness. If I can't prove it, I'll apologize, ok?"

Molly laughed proudly, stared at Camille, and said, "What's the point of

apologizing? If you can't prove it, you will promise me one thing

Otherwise, I will promise you one thing. Deal?"

Camille recorded every word she said on her cell phone. Then she

played it back to Molly.

Molly frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I just think it's better to record it as evidence, in case you will

deny it later. What do you think?"

Molly was silent, but her face was noticeably less relaxed and reckless

than before. But she thought it over that Camille had no proof. After all,

she had done everything right.

Thinking of this, she was regaining back her confidence.

Camille took her eyes off her and sent Preston a few screenshots from

her phone.

“Preston,” she said casually, "why don't you show her these?"

Preston clicked on his phone and looked at it. His face was grim and

cold. "Molly, did you really unite with Irene for this?"

Preston got up and walked over to Molly holding up his phone. He

asked, “all your conversations with Irene are here. What do you have to

say now? Do you realize that you're acting like a child? Do you

understand that you broke the law?"

Molly was also stunned. Her eyes were glazed and she looked at the

phone screen. There are several dialogues between her and Irene,

which clearly recorded why she wanted to do this to Camille, and how

she arranged for someone to delete Camille's work and steal them for

Irene.

The screenshot of her profile picture and nickname was what she and

Irene were currently using and remarking to each other, so she had no

idea how Camille got them.

Her silence was a tacit approval to Preston.

Preston was irate. "Molly, why did you do this? I've told you a million

times that if you have something against me, come after me and don't

bother her. Don't you understand me?"

Molly pressed her lips together, her hands clenched into fists. she

retorted with no reflection but a sense of integrity, "so what if it was me?

I don't like her. I just don't want to make her feel better. The more you

act like this, the more I hate her. "

"Molly, you..."

Preston frowned and felt angry.

Molly said lightly, “are you going to hit me again? But you're..."

"Enough!" Preston's face stiffened. He interrupted Molly and then

turned to Camille. "Cami..."

Camille pressed her lips slightly and said in a nonchalant tone, "you're

willing to do something illegal because you hate me? Molly, honestly,

it's not worth it. If I were you, I would take the initiative to talk to Irene

and ask her to withdraw from the competition and make a public

apology. Then I would let it go."

After all, she was still in the competition and I didn't want to make a big

deal out of it.

Molly refused, saying, "All you have is these screenshots of the chat

and you can't prove it. I said that you staged and faked me."

Camille smiled, with a significant shallowness in her eyes. "So, you're

denying it?"

" didn't do it. Why should I admit it?"

"But didn't you just say that you'll admit it when the evidence is

presented? *

“Your evidence doesn't prove anything at all. *

Camille nodded, then smiled faintly, "In that case, I hope you will stick it

out. You will keep your standpoint no matter what happens. If you

change your standpoint halfway through, I will despise you."

With that, Camille got up and walked out.

Preston immediately followed. "Cami, I'm going to give you an answer

to this. I..."

"Preston, I want to handle this on my own. If you give me an answer,

you're going to have a hard time. As I'm not related to her, I don't need

to care about her feelings.”

Camille interrupted Preston directly. She didn't give Preston a chance

to speak and made herself clear before heading back to her office.

Sienna lay there waiting for her inside, knowing that she was back from

Preston's office and whispered, "how was it going?"

“It was not going well."

Camille responded nonchalantly. Sienna asked, "So what are you going

to do about it?"

"l have an idea," Camille said.

She turned on her computer, edited the chat she had just shown

Preston and Molly, and sent it in an email.

She was certainly not easy to bully. The thief who stole her art was right

in front of her. She had to do something about it.

When Camille finished sending the email, Sienna asked, "What are you

going to do about Irene and Molly?"

Camille checked the time and said, "you'll know in an hour at most.”

"Are you keeping me guessing?"

“Isn't that to show you what I can do?"

Camille laughed. Sienna said, "I've always known you are good at it."

No matter what Camille did, Sienna would be relieved as long as she

didn't get bullied.

Today, although it ended well, everyone was still scared at the moment.

It was full of ups and downs.

At the moment, in a high-end hotel in Hance City.

Irene suddenly got a call from Flento City. The person over the phone

told her something.

Her face suddenly turned stiff and ugly, but she dared not say no. The

call was over in less than half a minute. Then she dialed the number

again, but there was no answer.

Irene closed her eyes and her face was as ugly as it got. Finally, she

gave in.

She told her assistant, “call the director of Simpson Group who's in

charge of the architectural design competition right now. We'll withdraw

from the competition.”

"Withdraw? Irene, why?"

"Her assistant asked in confusion.