Chapter 260 Design Draft Leak
Kayla was slapped hard and then punched and kicked by Mr. Lockhart.
At this moment, she was weak and powerless, lying on the bed with tears of despair.
'Why did this happen? Why were me and my daughter so unfortunate? How did it come to this?'
'Yes! It's Abigail! It's that bitch Abigail!'
If it weren't for her, how could Gregory have deliberately made things difficult for Jessica? And how could she have ended up sleeping with men to get what she wanted?
Her tear-filled eyes were brimming with immense anger.
Kayla clenched her fists tightly and gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear Abigail to pieces.
Mr. Lockhart, annoyed, spat on the floor, got out of bed, and left.
Before leaving, he casually took out a few bills from his wallet and stuffed them between Kayla's legs.
"This is your payment."
With that, he turned and left without looking back, his cold silhouette deeply wounding Kayla.
A few days later, as Abigail was about to check on the preparations for a collaboration, Susan rushed in.
She looked flustered, and her voice trembled slightly. "Ms. Martin, something terrible has happened. Our design drafts have been leaked and copied by an unknown small company, which posted them online."
Abigail's pupils contracted. "What?"
She quickly opened her phone to search and found that all the drafts created by the design department recently had been posted by an unknown small company.
The drafts were all originals.
"How could this happen? Check the surveillance footage," Abigail ordered.
Susan hesitated and said, "Ms. Martin, I just checked. It seems the surveillance cameras broke at some point."
Abigail's face darkened completely.
It was obvious that all of this was premeditated.
Abigail took a deep breath and, without further ado, headed straight for the surveillance room.
...
In the surveillance room.
The surveillance footage covered almost the entire DM, except for the design department.
Staring at the pitch-black screen for a long time, Abigail closed her eyes tightly and asked, "When did the cameras break? Why wasn't it reported?"
The security guard in charge of the surveillance looked flustered, replying, "Ms. Martin, I don't know what happened. Everything was fine before we left last night."
This morning, when he arrived at the company, the cameras were like this.
At first, he didn't pay much attention to it. Because broken cameras were a common occurrence.
Abigail pressed her lips together, staring at the screen without speaking.
The security guard grew more anxious and quickly said, "Ms. Martin, I'm sorry. Please don't fire me."
Abigail snapped out of it and waved her hand at him. "This isn't your fault. Just pull up all the surveillance footage from the design department last night and give it to Ms. Campbell."
With that, she turned and left without looking back.
She had more important matters to deal with now.
Originally, DM and Zenith Innovations Group were about to sign a contract in the next couple of days.
Now that the design drafts had been leaked, Zenith Innovations Group needed an explanation.
Back in her office, Abigail immediately called Circe.
"Hello?" Circe's cold voice came through the receiver, and Abigail quickly said, "Ms. Fairchild, this is Abigail. I'm already investigating the design draft issue. I hope you can give me more time."
There was a moment of silence on the other end. When she spoke again, her voice was even colder. "Ms. Martin, the only reason Zenith Innovations Group chose to work with DM was because of you. But now, I'm afraid our collaboration can't continue."
Abigail hurriedly explained, "This is just a misunderstanding..."
But before she could finish, she heard a sneer. "Misunderstanding? The design drafts you showed me that day are now all on another company's official account. Even if it's a misunderstanding, others will believe you are the plagiarists."
Online public opinion is a sharp blade that can kill invisibly.
Netizens only believe what they see.
Unless you can provide evidence to sway public opinion in your favor, there's no chance of turning things around.
Zenith Innovations Group couldn't risk its reputation for a single collaboration.
Abigail understood that Circe's decision was the right one as a businesswoman, but she couldn't help feeling disheartened.
She bit her lip and said, "I understand. I will find the culprit as soon as possible and prove that DM is worth collaborating with Zenith Innovations Group."
After hanging up the phone, Abigail leaned back in her chair, feeling a bit breathless.
Susan knocked and entered, placing a USB drive on the desk. "Ms. Martin, all the surveillance footage you requested is in here."
Abigail lifted her eyelids and responded but didn't move.
Susan glanced at her and hesitated. "Ms. Martin, who do you think wants to sabotage DM?"
This time, Abigail finally reacted, straightening up and looking at Susan with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. "What do you think, Ms. Campbell?"
Susan paused, then shook her head. "I can't guess. Maybe a competitor?"
Abigail rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought. "But our company hasn't made any enemies."
Susan's eyes flickered. "The design department's drafts are commercial secrets. Ordinary people can't access them."
Abigail nodded. "You're right. It seems we need to thoroughly investigate the design department's employees."
...
Design Department.
The once quiet office was now in chaos.
Everyone was discussing who could have leaked the design drafts.
At that moment, Abigail's tall and slender figure appeared at the door, gently knocking.
The room instantly fell silent, everyone nervously watching Abigail.
Abigail glanced around and said, "I believe you've all heard about the stolen design drafts."
The employees looked serious, scrambling to prove their innocence.
"Ms. Martin, we would never do such a thing!"
"Those drafts are the result of our hard work. How could we easily give them to someone else?"
"Ms. Martin, you have to believe us!"
Abigail sensed the chaos around her and frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Susan quickly said in a low voice, "Quiet down!"
Everyone immediately fell silent.
Abigail said, "Don't worry. I believe you wouldn't do such a thing, but it has happened, and I need to conduct some routine investigations. Those whose names are called, please go to my office."
With that, Abigail turned and left.
The design department employees looked at each other, feeling confused.
But they complied, going to the office one by one when their names were called.
Abigail questioned them and asked them to keep the conversation confidential.
About an hour and a half later, the last employee entered.
She was a petite girl with a round face and a bun.
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