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Millie listened intently.

“As for the creator of this design, we’ll keep that confidential for now. We’ve gathered you here today to present this work. Please take a look at the large screen. Judging by its name, you’ve Likely guessed that the central design motif is a swan. Throughout history, the swan has been a symbol of enduring love, so we’ve incorporated it into this necklace, earrings, and ring…”

Millie was stunned.

On the high-definition screen, the design displayed was unmistakably her creation. How could it be unveiled by D.S Jewelry? This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Her work was still at home.

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“This new piece is simply breathtaking, even in its preliminary sketch form. The release of the finished product will surely make waves.”

“It’s truly exquisite. Observe the swan on the ring; it’s light, dreamy, and filled with romance.”

“The swan on the necklace possesses a graceful and elegant neck. It arches upward, appearing to kiss the sky, sweet and artistic. The designer’s rendering of the swan is quite clever.”

Mr. Morgan?

The owner of D.S Jewelry did indeed bear the surname Morgan. Millie’s thoughts were scattered and jumbled. So Humphrey was the head of D.S Jewelry?

Yet something felt amiss. Humphrey was smitten with Nancy; it seemed improbable for him to whisk her into a secluded room and affectionately address her as Millie.

Although she hadn’t spent much time with Humphrey, she was certain that the man who had pulled her into that dark space was far more worldly and seasoned than Humphrey.

They couldn’t possibly be the same individual.

What infuriated her most was that the jewelry she had crafted for the wedding was now claimed by others. Her Labor had been reduced to mere trash.

While she believed she could win a legal battle against D.S Jewelry, she knew it would be a drawn-out affair.

If Humphrey had the audacity to display her work so publicly, he surely must have anticipated and prepared for the potential fallout.

She must have misplaced her design draft in the chaos of being yanked into that darkened room.

However, from her tenure at D.S Jewelry, she had never expected the company to act so unscrupulously.

But now, she was certain: D.S Jewelry was part of the Morgan family’s holdings.

Mrs. Fairclough rang.

“Miss Brown, did you watch the television? Why do your designs resemble the new products released by D.S Jewelry?”

“I apologize, Mrs. Fairclouch. My designs were misplaced once. It appears that they found them and published them under their company’s name.”

“You’ve lost your design draft before? I don’t want to hear about that now. Don’t trifle with me at this time. We appreciated your design because we believed it was your original creation. Don’t let us lose faith in you.”

Millie massaged the space between her eyebrows. Mrs. Fairclough’s words were an indirect accusation that Millie had stolen D.S Jewelry’s designs.