Chapter 45
Sean slammed the document onto the table, his expression sharp with anger. “Where did you find the courage to do something like this?”
Myra stiffened at the sight of the document. It was the same one she had taken to the Hart Group earlier, but now, there were numerous drawings of Tony sketched on it in a delicate style—each one portraying him in various postures. Myra’s heart sank as she stared at the images.
Earlier, at the Hart Group, she had been too embarrassed and furious to examine the document closely. Now, she realized that the drawings were eerily similar to her style.
“I didn’t draw this,” she shot back instantly.
But when she lifted her gaze, she saw Sean’s mocking smirk. Her heart plummeted. Sasha had set her up so skillfully. She had found a drawing style similar to hers, and now Sean probably thought that Myra was the one who had drawn these images. Even if she proved she hadn’t plagiarized, this would still imply that she was secretly drawing pictures of another man—an accusation she couldn’t easily escape.
Sean’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Get out—all of you!” he snapped.
Xavier was the first to leave, sensing the tension. Elsie lingered for a moment, clearly eager to watch Myra’s downfall, but one look at Sean’s icy gaze had her retreating as well.
Myra, however, felt a pang of bitterness. She had thought the events two days ago had softened Sean’s view of her, even though he hadn’t explicitly said so. Now, it seemed those moments of reconciliation had been fleeting, and she was once again entrenched in misunderstandings and distrust.
Myra smiled bitterly to herself. Mending their relationship was impossible. The pain they had inflicted on each other had already built an insurmountable wall between them.
Calming herself, Myra placed the document in front of Sean. “I’m not the one who drew this. I didn’t plagiarize. Whether you believe me or not is up to you. If you want to fire me, I have nothing else to say.”
Without evidence to support her claims and with only a few casual conversations with Tilly for company during breaks, Myra had no way to prove she was being framed.
Sean’s face darkened as he recalled Sasha’s words earlier.
“Sean, I heard that Myra chased the woman you love away and caused the death of your unborn baby. But now, she’s gone even further. She copied the designs from the Hay Group! I didn’t expect her to be this bad. You know, I don’t mind giving you the designs if you ask. But Myra has really fallen low, and I think it’s time someone made her accountable for her actions…”
The memory of Sasha’s accusations stoked the anger rising in Sean. The sight of Tony’s image in the drawing only intensified the fury within him. How much effort had Myra put in to make the drawings so lifelike?
Sean stood abruptly, leaning over the table to harshly pinch Myra’s chin. “What is this attitude? You seem so casual about leaving. If you didn’t draw this, then who did it? And as for the plagiarism accusation today, you need to call Sasha and apologize.”
Myra’s eyes welled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. How could Sean trust her after everything? In the past, when Elsie was involved, he hadn’t listened to her explanation. Instead, he had asked her to apologize without even considering her side of the story.
“So, you’d rather believe I plagiarized than accept that the drawing is mine?” Myra’s voice cracked as she asked the question, her heart breaking.