Nadya wanted to say something, but the words seemed stuck in her throat.
She prefers to squeeze the sides of her skirt firmly.
Under Regan's intimidation, her guts sank, but it was obvious she was excited when someone suggested the idea.
She hates Aletha down to her ribs, so she is very happy when she gets an offer to steal Aletha's sketches, but where is that guts now?
"Manager Nadya, it wasn't you who stole it, right?" when Regan's question, which seemed to accuse her, came to her, Nadya's legs felt like jelly.
She trembled as she said, "I don't even know anything Mr. Regan."
Regan nodded, but her gaze still swept over Nadya's pale face.
"Okay, then please go back to your work."
They were all like released birds, immediately rushed out of Aletha's room to breathe fresh air.
"I think I know who stole your designs." Regan said calmly.
Aletha frowned hard.
