Blanca Roach’s brow jumped and she tightened her fingers.
Wasn’t Shelly the one Elizabeth Harris had bumped into at her last time?
“Elizabeth, are you saying there’s a mole in my studio?”
“No.” Elizabeth Harris half leaned back on the couch, her tone sure, “I just did, or you’d still have her as a good friend.”
A good friend?
Blanca Roach frowned, staring at the security footage on the computer screen, and said coldly.
“It was Amelia, wasn’t it?”
“I think it was something called Amelia, I think you told me once that she blocked me in the bathroom at the last get-together, saying something to try and put a gap between us.”
Peter Murray saw the information spread out into a sheet on the table, and his eyes suddenly locked on the name of a company.
“That infringing company is called Julia Jewelry Company?”
“Well, the general manager’s name is Oakes,” Blanca Roach had a hint of anger under her eyes, and her tone was impatient, “That man is so cunning that not only can’t he ask for anything, but he’s also trying to frame Isabel.”
“This Oakes has approached me, trying to get me to buy it out.”
Peter Murray looked over the information, frowned slightly, tone light.
“But at that time our company’s marketing department found out that this one was on the verge of bankruptcy, so I guess there was no way to steal your design.”
“That makes all the sense in the world.” Elizabeth Harris slapped the arm of the sofa and stood up sharply, “This is a conspiracy of tampering, the purpose is different but there are interests on it.”
“The most important thing now is a good interrogation of your good friend.”
Blanca Roach frowned and dialed her assistant’s phone, her tone cold.
“If you see Amelia coming to the office, have her come to my office immediately, I have something to ask her.”
“Okay, President Roach, Amelia just arrived, I’ll have her let her know right away to come in.”
“Well, as soon as possible.”
Not long after the phone hung up, there was a soft knock at the door.
Amelia popped her head through the doorway, pretending to look as if nothing was wrong, and asked softly.
“President Roach, you called for me.”
“Of course I called for you.” Elizabeth Harris stared at her with a disdainful tone, “And you’re so cheeky, you have the nerve to come to the studio pretending like nothing happened.”
“This … I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t understand? Then why do you say that when I met you in the cafe this morning, you were in a hurry to get me to leave? Isn’t it just a weak heart?”
Amelia’s heart sank, and a hint of tension crossed her eyes.
Sure enough, Elizabeth Harris had told Blanca Roach about the incident, and now she was the one who had called her here to ask questions.
She took a deep breath and stood in the doorway, pretending to look innocent.
“I was running late then, just panicked about coming to work and ran into Ms. Harris for a few minutes of conversation.”
“Nonsense!” Elizabeth Harris’s eyes flashed and she said coldly, “Why weren’t you panicking before and left in a panic as soon as you saw me, just to avoid that person.”
Blanca Roach probably heard the meaning in it and narrowed her eyes at her.
“Amelia, before you also tried your best to draw my attention towards Isabel, trying to make me suspect Isabel, now that Elizabeth bumped into you, do you think you can still muddle through?”
“I …”
Amelia paused, lowered her eyes to hide the calculation in her eyes, squeezed out a tear or two, and sounded pitiful.
“Blanca, I had no choice, Shelly forced me to make me do it, otherwise how could I have harmed you.”