Goodbye, My Love
Chapter 1189

Professor Zizka's favored student. She's changed. We only stay connected hoping she can help the Bryant Group secure the White Cloud

Airport project!"

Hearing this, Liza gasped. "Is that true?"

Marina nodded confidently. Knowing that Liza wasn't up-to-date with online news, Marina added, "Grandma, Loraine has been accused of plagiarism, which has put her at odds with Professor Zizka. He even publicly refused to develop the White Cloud Airport with Loraine, preferring to work with the Bryant Group instead."

Liza pondered, weighing the potential gains and losses.

If the Bryant Group could take over this big project alone...

Noticing Liza's contemplation, Laura added quickly, "Yes, mom, our contact with Keely was solely to rectify our errors..."

Before Laura could finish, Marco interjected with a cold reproach,

"Fool, Keely is a plagiarist. If she hadn't stolen Loraine's design, do you think Professor Zizka would've favored her? Have you forgotten her previous blunder concerning the renovation of the old house?" His harsh words left Laura and Marina dumbstruck.

Frowning, Liza queried, "What's this about plagiarism between Loraine and Keely?"

Without further ado, Marco shared the video of the recent press conference with Liza.

Seeing the video, Liza's expression hardened. She cast a frosty glance at Laura and Marina. Sensing their impending reckoning, Marco decided to leave.

On departing the Bryants' house, Marco messaged Carl, "How can anyone be oblivious to the fact that Keely plagiarized Loraine's design? Tell public relations to spread the news. I won't let Loraine be unjustly accused again!"

Simultaneously, a figure dashed from the elite residential enclave, the domain of the Bryant family. Frantically flagging down a passing car, the figure climbed in.

ninjanovel.com

After rattling off an address to the driver, Keely finally allowed herself a moment to exhale, her gaze catching her reflection in the rearview mirror.

Her hair was tousled, her complexion ashen. She bore an uncanny resemblance to a specter.

The disturbing news she had just heard kept her heart pounding in her chest, refusing to settle.

Before long, the taxi pulled into a housing complex. Only after the driver nudged her twice did Keely snap back to reality. She paid the fare and stumbled out of the vehicle in a daze.

As she entered her home, bathed in a soothing yellow Light, she felt a hint of relaxation. But that respite was short-lived as a shrill voice pierced the tranquility.

"Keely, what's happening online? Didn't you promise everything would go smoothly? Why has public sentiment turned?"

Jane Powell's approach was a harbinger of an impending headache for

Keely. She responded, "Aunt Jane, please don't question me now. I will figure out a solution..."