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Chapter 1115: And the administrator? That was one of his own.

With a self-satisfied smile, he added, "This software preserved our design process, and only we had access to it."

SAMSARA Studio, shrouded in mystery, was a place where outsiders had little knowledge of its inner workings. Only the original founding members were privy to its secrets.

The moment Allison heard these words, everything clicked into place. The software administrator had undoubtedly been compromised. It all made sense. They were now partners in their deceit.

In that instant, Allison's intentions shifted. What had started as a simple plan to make Abram pay for his wrongdoings was now something more.

She was determined to uncover exactly who in that studio deserved to be cast out of the design world forever.

She didn't bother to deny it. Instead, she gave a subtle nod.

"Yes, that software existed. It was part of the studio's early days, and it could serve as crucial evidence," she said, her tone calculated.

Then, she prodded Abram with a knowing smile. "But it's interesting that you're only bringing it up now. Could it be that you're stalling for time?"

Abram stiffened, straightening his posture as if trying to reclaim control. "I only just remembered it!" he replied quickly, though his unease was evident.

All eyes turned to Allison, but she wore a mask of indifference. "Then perhaps we should make that call again," she suggested, her voice as casual as ever.

Fabian, calm as ever, spoke up. "I too am curious to see how this will unfold." His voice was soft, but his gaze was as cold as ice.

"Let me make it clear to everyone here. If anyone is truly guilty of plagiarism, I will make sure they can never work in this industry again."

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Silence fell over the group as Abram's confidence began to crack.

He unconsciously licked his lips, realizing the weight of what he was about to face.

He knew this was not someone he could afford to cross, but having spun one lie, he was trapped in a web of them.

"Of course, I completely agree with you," he said, forcing a smile.

He tried to keep his composure, but in his mind, he was already relying on his subordinate - the software administrator - who would stand by him when the time came.

With a sigh, Abram pulled out his phone and dialed, his hand slightly trembling.

The call was answered after the first ring, as though the person on the other end had been waiting for this moment.

"What's going on, Abram? How did you end up with Allison?" came the voice, sharp and hurried.

Before Abram could respond, Allison had already snatched the phone and placed it on speaker.

"Charlie, it's been a while," she said, her voice dripping with irony. From the speaker, Charlie Bowman's voice faltered, his earlier bravado fading away.

"How… how are you with Abram?" he stammered, his tone suddenly tense.

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