Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 170 What Global Nexus Corporation Whats to Do Tiffany put her phone away and returned to her room, her face unusually grim.

If all their outfits looked so similar on the day of the event, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Someone would inevitably be accused of plagiarism.

Tiffany had only given those design drafts to Julie, but it was impossible for her to have leaked out, let alone end up in Lauren's hands.

Tiffany decided to visit the stutomorrow.

If it was someone else, Tiffany was determined to find out who.

The next morning.

Tiffany cout of her room and was surprised to see the kids standing neatly outside.

"Good morning, Mommy." They greeted Tiffany sweetly, warming her heart.

She crouched down, ruffled their hair, and smiled. "Why haven't you gone down for breakfast?" "We wanted to wait for you." Flora took Tiffany's hand and led her downstairs. Tiffany then noticed that Leon was already up and had finished his breakfast.

He looked at Tiffany without saying a word.

The air was a bit awkward as they exchanged glances.

It wasn't until Leon got up, walked to the cabinet, grabbed his car keys, and spoke to Tiffany before leaving, "I'm heading to the office." After he left, Tiffany got along well with the kids, personally taking them to kindergarten and promising to pick them up after school.

Then, Tiffany went to the studio.

She happened to run into Julie at the entrance, and they greeted each other. "Tiffany, did you not sleep well last night?" Julie asked with concern.

Tiffany didn't deny it and nodded. "I need to confirm something with you. Let's talk inside." They pushed open the studoor and walked to the office. When Tiffany mentioned Lauren, Julie's face showed shock. She slapped the table and stood up anxiously. "Tiffany, I swear I didn't leak any design drafts. The files you sentare all password-protected on my computer. No one could have accessed them." Julie was visibly worried, knowing that there wasn't much tleft for the event.

If they had to redesign everything, it would be impossible to finish in time.

"I know it wasn't you. But I checked the studio's surveillance footage last night. No one touched your computer. So how did Lauren get those design ideas?" Tiffany was increasingly convinced that this was no simple matter.

Lauren seemed to have an uncanny ability to read her mind, predicting her every thought and action with precision.

Tiffany remembered that Lauren wasn't affected by her hypnosis.

Could she really be an ordinary person? Tiffany's brow furrowed deeply. She was worried not only about the design drafts but also about Leon.

Global Nexus Corporation had sent someone like Lauren to Harmony City, and she had quickly gotten close to Leon.

And now, Leon was having memory issues.

Was there a connection between these events? What did they want with Leon? Tiffany's mind was a foggy mess, and she couldn't clear it.

She had no idea what Global Nexus Corporation's intentions were.

But regardless, she had to guard against Lauren.

Maybe Steven could find sclues. She just had to wait.

"Tiffany, should we just ask Ms. Simpson directly?" Julie suggested.

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They needed to get to the bottom of this. She wanted to know what Lauren had done. "Julie, organize the design drafts I gave you yesterday and compare them with Lauren's designs. Identify any similar elements. We'll discuss the rest when I get back." Tiffany handed the task to Julie and grabbed her car keys.

She sat in her car and reviewed her chat history with Lauren.

Lauren had sent an address last night, which seemed to be where she lived.

It was clear Lauren wanted Tiffany to find her there.

Tiffany set the location in her GPS and drove off.

An hour later.

Tiffany parked her car and saw Ulysses walking out of the complex.

Ulysses looked pleasantly surprised to see Tiffany.

He quickly approached her and asked, "Tiffany, what brings you here? Are you here to see Lauren?" "Yes." Tiffany nodded, glancing at Ulysses' legs.

He seemed less concerned about his disability now.

Noticing her gaze, Ulysses lightly patted his leg and smiled.

"I've been taking your advice, eating a piece of candy every day. It really has improved my mood. But you seem upset. Would you like a piece of candy too?" Ulysses pulled a piece of candy from his pocket and placed it in Tiffany's hand.

He didn't delay her any further, but before leaving, he said, "If you ever need anything, you know where to find me." Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! Tiffany watched Ulysses walk away, then looked at the candy in her hand.

She thought about how nice it would be if Ulysses and Leon weren't in their current situation. Ulysses could have been such a cheerful young man.

Tiffany sighed, clenched the candy, and walked into the complex.

At Lauren's home, she warmly welcomed Tiffany and personally brewed coffee for her. "Miss Grey, see if it's too bitter." Lauren handed Tiffany the coffee cup with a smile.

Tiffany took a sip.

"It's very good." Lauren then sat across from Tiffany. They stared at each other for a few seconds without speaking.

"Miss Grey, you're here about the design drafts, right?" Lauren finally broke the silence.

"Ms. Simpson, I don't want to doubt your integrity, but isn't this too much of a coincidence? I could overloch one or two similar design drafts. But dozens? That's hard to believe." Tiffany frowned, her tone filled with suspicion.

But Lauren remained calm, sipping her coffee.

"Ms. Simpson, who exactly are you?" Tiffany asked the question that had been on her mind, her gaze fixed on Lauren.

Lauren smiled faintly, meeting Tiffany's scrutinizing eyes.

"Miss Grey, if I told you I could predict your thoughts, would you believe me?" Tiffany's pupils slowly contracted.

How could such a thing be possible?