NovelEnglish| couldn't tell if Rachel was gunning for Mrs. Patterson's spot or the role of the design director.
This time, my colleagues rose to my defense without any prompt from me.
"Look, Mr. Patterson, all three department projects are currently under Ms. Crawford's wing. We can't just switch
gears like this."
"Exactly," another chimed in. "We've just sealed the deal with Hightide Enterprises. There's no way they'd agree
to a sudden change."
"And Rachel stepping in across departments? That doesn't sit right. We're about to wrap things up here."
"Is she trying to pull a fast one? Undermine the project at the eleventh hour?"
Wrapping up the project meant it was almost tfor bonuses to be distributed.
Switchingout now meant not only would my bonus vanish into thin air, but Rachel's nwould likely be the
one emblazoned on the final project design. Rachel knew this, and of course, so did Clyde.
Clyde furrowed his brow, clearly in a bind, but Rachel's gentle tug at his sleeve seemed to make up his mind for
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"Given Melanie's health issues, she'll take a step back for now. The Design Department will be Rachel's to
oversee." "Melanie, hand over all the project materials to Rachel. No need to hold anything back."
My clenched fist relaxed as | let out a simple, "Fine."
Deep down, | had seen this coming.
Without Clyde's backing, Rachel wouldn't dare to be so bold.
Even if his affection forhad once made him considerate, he wouldn't have been this impulsive.
My position as design director wasn't just because | was his wife; it was a testament to my capabilities. Whether
he was truly mad or feigning ignorance, | had no intention of squabbling with him anymore. Jade gavea
nudge, but | just shook my head.
"Let's follow the leadership's decision. I'll start the handover process now."
My health was indeed failing, and if Rachel was eager to take over, | was willing to step aside.
A smug look finally broke through Rachel's indifferent facade.
Standing triumphantly by my side, she even had the audacity to sound apologetic.
"Sorry, it's for the best interest of the company. We can't let one person's situation derail the project. And
besides, there were flaws in your design..."
"Then feel free to amend or overhaul it as you see fit," | responded emotionlessly. "I've emailed you all the
documents."
"Just use the hard copies and the files on your computer." Rachel's frown betrayed her panic.
| shook my head. "Sorry, my laptop is personal property, plus it's best to keep a paper trail for accountability."
With my hands tied in so many projects, who knew what havoc she might wreak?
Even with my health on the line, at least there was a chance for treatment and life extension.
But if | were to be cornered, | might as well be facing a death sentence in prison.
Rachel shota meaningful look, then smiled.
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"Alright then, Ms. Crawford, please clear your desk. After all, you've just had a miscarriage. It's best you rest
up in the hospital." Content rest
I nodded solemnly, then gestured towards the documents on my desk.
"I was the lead on this project, so | didn't charge the company extra for my patented designs. Now that I'm no
longer in charge and without my bonus, I'd appreciate it if you could handle the transfer formalities. Without my
consent, you can't
continue using my designs."
Rachel froze for a moment, then hastily grabbed the documents, her eyes burning with resentment upon seeing
all patents in my name. "Just you wait!"
| knew she'd run straight to Clyde.
If all the designs were mine, how could she possibly claim her place in history?
Sure enough, within minutes, Clyde reappeared in the Design Department.
"What's the big idea now? You're an employee here, and my wife, for heaven's sake. What's the harm in using
your designs?"
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