Chapter 133 Who Says I Can't?
When Benjamin heard this, he was momentarily speechless.
"The second issue is how to resolve this matter."
As soon as Abella finished speaking, Joseph handed her an iPad. "Miss Medici, I did some research. These are the previous award-winning designs by the designer from The Clothes Company."
Abella glanced at them and saw that they were all from relatively unknown competitions and the awarded styles were not Abigail's fresh and elegant style...
"You all can take a look at the consistent style of their designer. Clearly, he plagiarized Abi's works," Abella placed the iPad on the conference table.
Everyone took a look and it was indeed true.
"His designs lean towards the Korean style, which is different from Abi's style!"
"It really seems like he plagiarized Abi's sketches..."
"But why would someone so famous copy a junior?"
Abella found it amusing. "Famous?"
"Yes, he has already won hundreds of awards over the years..."
Abella dismissed it, "It depends on what kind of awards they are. Some awards are worth more than a hundred others, and some are not even worth the same as one."
"But Abi hasn't participated in any competitions. After graduating, she has been working at our company, focusing on her sketches. How did they know about her and her sketches?" someone couldn't understand.
"That's why I said there's a mole in the company. The sketches leaked, and the other side got them, allowing them to produce and release new designs before us," Abella affirmed.
"This mole is going too far! He's actually deceiving his own people!"
"If I find out who this mole is, I will definitely beat him up!"
"The other side must have given him a lot of benefits..."
"Miss Medici, what is the point of leading everyone to discuss these matters now?" Benjamin couldn't help but mock, "The immediate priority is tomorrow's release! Even if you can't do anything, please don't waste time..."
"Who says I can't do anything?" Abella raised her eyebrow, exuding an aura of confidence.
Everyone was dumbfounded. In this situation, Miss Medici still had a way?
Benjamin was stunned for a moment, clearly not believing her, "Then tell me, what is the way? Something that can prevent the company from losing money, damaging its reputation, and even earning a profit?"
Everyone thought it was impossible. There would definitely be economic and reputational losses, it couldn't possibly result in a profit!
Benjamin's words were too difficult for anyone to handle!
"There is indeed a way, it can prevent losses, protect the company's reputation, and even earn a profit..."
Upon hearing this, everyone was even more stunned. Could it be true?
If Miss Medici can definitely do it. Then she's not human, she's a goddess, right?
"So why don't you tell us what the solution is? Don't keep us in suspense!" Benjamin didn't believe she could come up with any good solutions. Abella stood up and said, "I will handle it myself! Meeting dismissed!" Everyone was stunned. Miss Medici herself...can handle it?!
Even if she can use magic now, she can't create so many new clothes, right?
When Abella left the conference room, Joseph hurriedly caught up with her, saying, "Miss Medici, Miss Medici, are you just trying to make us feel better? Do you really have a solution? We have over a hundred pre-orders for physical stores under the Medici family's name, and many customers have already paid on the official website. We need to ship tomorrow, and there are also some partners and foreign channels. If we can't produce anything..."
"Who said I can't produce anything?" Abella looked at him, smirking slightly.
"The new releases will proceed as scheduled tomorrow!" She already had an idea in mind, and this matter was somewhat related to Benjamin! She was confident that she could catch him in the act today!
"Um, Miss Medici...do you really have a solution? 110,000 new items..."
"It's not like we have to sell all 110,000 at once, no need to rush." Abella raised an eyebrow, extinguishing Joseph's newly ignited hope. Miss Medici was just playing with him...it's over tomorrow! Abella was about to enter her office when she saw Abigail standing at the door, looking like she had been wronged but was still holding on.
"Miss Medici, I..." Abella naturally knew why she was here, "Come in and talk." Abigail hurriedly followed her footsteps and closed the office door before wiping away her tears.
"Miss Medici! It's not me, I didn't plagiarize Andrew's work! Before this, I had no idea who Andrew was! Those 23 new designs were all created by me alone! I can swear to God!"
"I believe you." Abigail froze, her three raised fingers stuck in mid-air. She still had a lot to say, but Miss Medici actually believed her so easily? "I believe in you as a person, and I believe in your integrity." Abella softened her tone, "Please, have a seat."
Abigail cautiously pulled out a chair, "Miss Medici, before I designed these drafts, I looked at a lot of Lady Margaret's works and received your guidance. That's how I came up with these designs..." She could guarantee that these designs were unique and had no similarities to any other works...
"Now, think carefully, who have you shown these designs to?" Abigail thought for a moment and said, "The entire design department has seen these designs because Minister Jonathan projected all the drawings for the department to vote and choose. My 23 designs ranked high, so they were all accepted in the end."
"Which means, everyone in the design department has seen your work," Abella's slender fingers lightly tapped on the table.
Abigail thought for a moment and then hastily said, "Oh yes! Before showing the draft to Minister Jonathan, I showed it to you... It happened to be the anniversary of my father's death that day, so it left a deep impression on me!"
Abella remembered that day when Abigail came to her with red eyes, asking her to look at the draft. She had asked for the reason, and it turned out that someone had dumped rubbish on her father's grave...
Later, Abigail took a sudden leave of absence because she was worried about her mother. Abella had a partner to meet, so she asked Joseph to drive them together...
"The draft was placed on the desk at that time. After dealing with the matter, I made some revisions before giving it to you. I remember the first one you put on top was a pink dress, right?"
"No, it wasn't," Abigail recalled, very certain, "The first one was a pure white dress because I was most satisfied with that dress, so I put it in the front..."
"A white dress?" Abella pondered for a moment, "The last one I saw was the white dress."
Both of them suddenly realized something.
"Someone must have come in at that time."
Abigail was shocked. How could anyone dare to enter the CEO's office without permission?!
"We can just check the surveillance footage, right?" Abigail suddenly had hope.
But Abella said calmly, "If the person entered, looked at the draft, or took the draft and left, and wanted to confidently walk out of this door, there are only two possibilities: either they turned off the surveillance or deleted the surveillance records..."
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