CHAPTER 507: NOT YET AT THE CLIMAX

Upstairs.

As the signing ceremony approached, Joe grew uneasy. "Mom, is this really okay? What if we get caught...?"

"What’s there to be afraid of? As long as you don’t say anything, who would ever know?"

"But, but..." Joe stammered for half a day, unable to make his point.

Hannah smiled gently. "Joe, I know this isn’t right. Don’t worry—once Morris Group stabilizes, I’ll announce that this was actually your sister Victoria’s work. I’ll take responsibility."

That was what she said out loud, but in her heart, Hannah was gloating.

She was savoring every bit of the thrill in this moment.

The reporters’ flattery, Turner Group’s partnership, the online praise—everything was lifting her to a height she had never deserved.

Hannah couldn’t help but think:

Back when they were kids, the Hill Family always revolved around Victoria. Later, even when Victoria had lost her father and mother, had nothing at all, the moment she was found again, the board still named her as the next chairwoman.

They said Miss Hannah only knew how to arrange flowers, go shopping, and visit beauty salons, while Miss Victoria had real talent and could carry the Hill Family.

But now? Victoria was dead, and the one standing here as the victor... was her!

Who could prove the design belonged to Victoria? And even if they could—would they have evidence? Unless Victoria crawled out of her grave.

Just then, an assistant came rushing in. "Chairman Morris, Madam, there’s a woman causing a scene outside."

Before Joe could speak, Grandma Morris frowned impatiently. "If someone’s making trouble, throw them out! Do I have to teach you everything?"

"N–no, that’s not it." The assistant stammered, speaking cautiously. "The troublemaker... she says her last name is Clark, and she’s here to report Ms. Hill..."

The office fell silent.

Half a minute later, the faces of the Morris family turned deathly pale.

The color drained visibly from their skin as Grandma Morris raised her voice. "Selina? Report us?! Is she jealous of our partnership with the Turner family and here to cause trouble?"

Hannah gritted her teeth, her eyes dark. Selina was reporting her? Ha. Sure, Selina might know the true creator of the design, but so what? She’d already said it—unless Victoria came crawling out of her grave, no one had proof!

Grandma Morris was furious, almost leaping out of her seat. "Throw Selina out! This is not a place for her to act out!"

The assistant nodded frantically, afraid to anger her further. "Y–yes, right away."

Hannah shot a glance at Angela. Angela caught on instantly. "Dad, Grandma, let me handle this."

...

Meanwhile, in the lobby of Turner Group’s headquarters—

Because of one earth-shattering sentence from Selina, all the reporters fell silent, staring wide-eyed in shock.

The business elites here for the signing ceremony were also stunned, exchanging looks as if wondering whether they’d misheard.

That woman had just said... she was here to accuse Hannah of plagiarism?!

She claimed that the design the Morris family presented wasn’t Hannah’s work at all, but her late mother’s property!

The head of Morris Group’s project department rushed downstairs, full of indignation. "Miss, please stop talking nonsense! These blueprints were personally designed by Mrs. Hannah Morris. What does this have to do with your mother? If you keep making trouble and spreading lies, don’t blame me for being rude!"

Reporters swarmed around Selina, blocking every exit.

Selina glanced at her phone—Kevin’s text had come in just a minute ago: [I’m almost there.]

With that, she had no more reason to hold back. She put away her phone and slowly lifted her gaze.

"Whether I’m making trouble or not—Morris Group should know best."

The man standing in front of her was Manager Taylor, deputy manager of Morris Group’s project department. He knew from the very beginning where the design came from—and exactly what Joe and Hannah had done.

Selina arched a brow. "Manager Taylor, why don’t you call out someone who actually has the authority to make decisions? Or is it that Morris Group doesn’t dare face me directly?"

Her words caused an uproar.

Accusing Hannah of plagiarism was one thing, but being fearless enough to openly challenge Morris Group?

Now it was a full-blown scandal.

Manager Taylor ground his teeth in anger. He was part of Morris Group, his interests tied to theirs. So what if it was plagiarism? This was all because Selina was too petty to hand over Victoria’s designs—forcing Morris Group to resort to this plan. And yet she had the nerve to make a scene!

"Where are the bodyguards?! Get this woman out of here. Who knows which competitor sent her to stir up trouble? She’s just jealous that Morris Group can work with Turner Group! Who do you think you are, coming here to sow discord? Ladies and gentlemen, please don’t believe a word of it!"

But the more he spoke, the more excited the reporters became, eager to dig up even more dirt on Selina.

If the designs really were stolen by Hannah, could the Morris family still partner with Turner Group?

The scene was growing more chaotic, the attention swelling by the minute. Manager Taylor began to panic. "Where are they?! Why are you all just standing there?"

The bodyguards finally arrived.

Selina didn’t lose her composure. "So just because I spoke the truth, you want to throw me out? Does Manager Taylor really think I’d come here alone without a shred of evidence in my hand?"

Manager Taylor’s face went pale. "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do—this is just—"

"Manager Taylor, please don’t be upset. My sister means no harm."

Angela stepped in, wearing a look of polite apology as she turned to the reporters. "I’m sorry—my sister has some misunderstandings about our family. I hope she hasn’t disturbed you all too much. Please don’t take it to heart."

Then she put on a mock-scolding tone toward Taylor. "Manager Taylor, no matter what, my sister is still part of the Morris family. How could you throw her out?"

Taylor played along. "Miss Angela, I don’t want to, but Miss Clark is causing trouble—insisting Mrs. Hannah Morris plagiarized someone else’s work. I’m only thinking of what’s best for the Morris family."

Angela turned back with a helpless look, as if Selina were being unreasonable. "Sister... I know you don’t like Dad and Mom, but please don’t make a scene today, okay?"

"Make a scene?" Selina gave a faint smile. "I’m not making a scene. Do you want to see the evidence?"

...

Meanwhile—

Kevin encountered someone outside the building. He raised an eyebrow leisurely. "Mr. Reid?"

Logan smiled in return. "Mr. Turner."

Their eyes met—an unspoken understanding passing between them.

Looking at the bustling lobby, Kevin even had the mood to joke. "What brings Mr. Reid here? Don’t tell me you foresaw the Morris family’s embarrassment and came to watch the show?"

Logan met his gaze with a faint smile. "Mm. Just here for the show."

"Then I’ll ask you to wait a little longer. It’s not at its peak yet. Give it another ten minutes, and I guarantee you’ll be applauding this spectacle."

Logan raised a brow. "Then I’ll be watching closely."

...

Inside Turner Group’s building—

Two identical-looking people stood facing each other, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

Angela had no idea where Selina’s confidence came from.