Female Novel
Chapter 233 Withdrawn
"Who knows? After all, someone like you could do anything. "
Molly refused to admit it, and Camille just stared at her for a moment.
Preston said coldly, "Molly, there are only three of us in this room right now. If you confess that you
have a chance to make things right, or do you want everyone to know?"
"So, you don't believe me, brother? I said I didn't, I'm not bored enough to do such things. If you don't
believe me, there's nothing I can do. If you have any proof, go ahead and prove it!"
Molly knew that they couldn't possibly have proof, and if they did, she wouldn't ask her. Instead, she
would make her confess directly.
As to whether it had anything to do with her or not? Did it matter?
Of course not. All that mattered was that she was happy to see Camille in trouble. The rest of it didn't
matter to her.
Molly looked at Camille and raised her eyebrows, a look that seemed to tell her once again to stick to
the evidence if there was evidence, and not to accuse her if there wasn't.
Camille also narrowed her eyes slightly with a faint smile. "Molly, you mean that if I can prove that you
had something to do with it, you'll admit that you did it, right?"
Molly was stunned.
She didn’t know what Camille meant.
But whatever Camille meant, she was not afraid.
She straightened her back and lift her head. "Of course, if you can show me proof that I did it, of
course, I'll admit it. But what if you can't?"
Camille smiled meaningfully. "Yes, just remember what you said. Your brother is our witness. If I can't
prove it, I'll apologize, ok?"
Molly laughed proudly, stared at Camille, and said, "What's the point of apologizing? If you can't prove
it, you will promise me one thing Otherwise, I will promise you one thing. Deal?"
Camille recorded every word she said on her cell phone. Then she played it back to Molly.
Molly frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. I just think it's better to record it as evidence, in case you will deny it later. What do you
think?"
Molly was silent, but her face was noticeably less relaxed and reckless than before. But she thought it
over that Camille had no proof. After all, she had done everything right.
Thinking of this, she was regaining back her confidence.
Camille took her eyes off her and sent Preston a few screenshots from her phone.
"Preston," she said casually, "why don't you show her these?"
Preston clicked on his phone and looked at it. His face was grim and cold. "Molly, did you really unite
with Irene for this?"
Preston got up and walked over to Molly holding up his phone. He asked, "all your conversations with
Irene are here. What do you have to say now? Do you realize that you're acting like a child? Do you
understand that you broke the law?"
Molly was also stunned. Her eyes were glazed and she looked at the phone screen. There are several
dialogues between her and Irene, which clearly recorded why she wanted to do this to Camille, and
how she arranged for someone to delete Camille's work and steal them for Irene.
The screenshot of her profile picture and nickname was what she and Irene were currently using and
remarking to each other, so she had no idea how Camille got them.
Her silence was a tacit approval to Preston.
Preston was irate. "Molly, why did you do this? I've told you a million times that if you have something
against me, come after me and don't bother her. Don’t you understand me?"
Molly pressed her lips together, her hands clenched into fists. she retorted with no reflection but a
sense of integrity, "so what if it was me? I don't like her. I just don't want to make her feel better. The
more you act like this, the more I hate her. "
"Molly, you…"
Preston frowned and felt angry.
Molly said lightly, "are you going to hit me again? But you're..."
"Enough!" Preston's face stiffened. He interrupted Molly and then turned to Camille. "Cami..."
Camille pressed her lips slightly and said in a nonchalant tone, "you're willing to do something illegal
because you hate me? Molly, honestly, it's not worth it. If I were you, I would take the initiative to talk to
Irene and ask her to withdraw from the competition and make a public apology. Then I would let it go."
After all, she was still in the competition and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.
Molly refused, saying, "All you have is these screenshots of the chat and you can't prove it. I said that
you staged and faked me."
Camille smiled, with a significant shallowness in her eyes. "So, you're denying it?"
"I didn't do it. Why should I admit it?"
"But didn’t you just say that you'll admit it when the evidence is presented? "
"Your evidence doesn't prove anything at all. "
Camille nodded, then smiled faintly, "In that case, I hope you will stick it out. You will keep your
standpoint no matter what happens. If you change your standpoint halfway through, I will despise you."
With that, Camille got up and walked out.
Preston immediately followed. "Cami, I'm going to give you an answer to this. I..."
"Preston, I want to handle this on my own. If you give me an answer, you're going to have a hard time.
As I’m not related to her, I don't need to care about her feelings."
Camille interrupted Preston directly. She didn't give Preston a chance to speak and made herself clear
before heading back to her office.
Sienna lay there waiting for her inside, knowing that she was back from Preston's office and whispered,
"how was it going?"
"It was not going well."
Camille responded nonchalantly. Sienna asked, "So what are you going to do about it?"
"I have an idea," Camille said.
She turned on her computer, edited the chat she had just shown Preston and Molly, and sent it in annovelbin
email.
She was certainly not easy to bully. The thief who stole her art was right in front of her. She had to do
something about it.
When Camille finished sending the email, Sienna asked, "What are you going to do about Irene and
Molly?"
Camille checked the time and said, "you'll know in an hour at most."
"Are you keeping me guessing?"
"Isn't that to show you what I can do?"
Camille laughed. Sienna said, "I’ve always known you are good at it."
No matter what Camille did, Sienna would be relieved as long as she didn't get bullied.
Today, although it ended well, everyone was still scared at the moment. It was full of ups and downs.
At the moment, in a high-end hotel in Hance City.
Irene suddenly got a call from Flento City. The person over the phone told her something.
Her face suddenly turned stiff and ugly, but she dared not say no. The call was over in less than half a
minute. Then she dialed the number again, but there was no answer.
Irene closed her eyes and her face was as ugly as it got. Finally, she gave in.
She told her assistant, "call the director of Simpson Group who’s in charge of the architectural design
competition right now. We'll withdraw from the competition."
"Withdraw? Irene, why?"
"Her assistant asked in confusion.