Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 277: "Yes, Mr. Riley."

On the other side, Jude, the designer Collin had been looking for, sat leisurely sipping coffee with Cynthia.

Cynthia smiled with gratitude. "Thank you so much, Jude. You've really helped me out this time by giving me the chance to part ways with Linsey."

"There's no need for formalities. We've been friends since school," Jude responded brightly. "I owe you thanks as well. Without our collaboration, I wouldn't have regained my popularity so swiftly. The buzz from Kylee and Linsey has attracted quite a few new clients." Cynthia chuckled softly. "Well done! Your talent truly deserves recognition."

However, Jude's expression shifted to one of concern. He paused before speaking. "But, we both know Linsey didn't plagiarize my work. I uploaded the piece on the official website using some hacking tricks and even changed the timestamp in the backend. It won't stand up to detailed scrutiny. Are you sure Linsey won't come back at us with evidence?"

Jude's frown deepened. "If Linsey manages to counterattack, the netizens will turn against me, and I could lose everything I've worked for."

Cynthia dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand. "Don't fret about it. Linsey won't get the chance to fight back. She's already crossed Kylee, and even Coen from our company helped us obliterate any evidence she might have had. Soon, Linsey will be ousted from CR Corporation and left with no footing in the design industry."

Reassured by Cynthia's confident tone, Jude felt a little more at ease. "Alright, that puts my mind at ease," he said.

They soon parted ways, and Jude headed out of the cafe.

Suddenly, a car pulled up, blocking his way.

His eyes widened in surprise, not just at the interruption but because the vehicle was a rare, luxury model.

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The car door swung open, and a man in a black suit emerged. He was Collin's assistant.

"Are you the designer Jude Todd?" he asked in a stern voice.

Jude, taken aback, replied instinctively, "Yes, that's me. Who are you?"

Without allowing him to finish, the assistant interjected, "We've been looking for you. Our boss would like a word."

Jude felt a wave of unease wash over him. His eyes flickered to the luxury car behind the man.

Whoever owned that kind of vehicle had to be a big shot in Grester.

"Can I ask why your boss wants to talk to me?" Jude's voice was steady, but a tight knot was forming in his stomach.

Had he offended someone powerful without realizing it?

The assistant curled his lips into a cold smirk. "It's about Linsey. Our boss has a few questions for you."

The mention of Linsey sent a chill down Jude's spine. His expression hardened in an instant. "I'm not going with you," he stated firmly. "You have no right to take me anywhere. If you don't move, I'll call the police."

The assistant said nothing. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of photographs.

"Jude, we just want to have a simple conversation. If you're so unwilling, maybe these photos will change your mind."

Jude scoffed. As if a few photos could intimidate him.

Still, his eyes instinctively darted to the images the assistant was holding out. The moment he saw them, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

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