Your love becomes my Canduku

Chapter 92

A press conference was held in an auditorium. The supreme leader of the leading fashion industry, Willson Corp, is sitting in front of reporters and media representatives who come to cover a clarification that will certainly be the subject of trending news.

One by one the questions posed to him were able to be answered firmly, clearly and straightforwardly.

Sean conveyed a clarification of the problem with a statement that was able to silence the reporters. He balked at the lopsided allegations about a plagiarism case of Galton Corp designs by Willson Corp.

Plus some strong and tangible evidence that all product design designs released by Willson Corp are purely from their own creative ideas and not the result of successful plagiarism throw back accusations of defamation the Galton Corp.

The evidence is in the form of a recap of the date when the design was made and CCTV footage showing the activities of the launch plan discussion meeting which turned out to have been carried out in the days before Galton Corp launched its products it is believed to have been cheated by Willson Corp.

So it's obvious, isn't it? Willson Corp is unlikely to have a design plagiarism if the product to be traced has not been released at that time.

Willson Corp has denied the allegations, pointing to some of the discrepancies in its product design with Galton Corp's products. The selection of materials is flexible and different and the finishing character that only Willson Corp is very capable of pushing hard issues that in fact have harmed the good name of famous companies in the European continent.

Not just there, though, Willson Corp also claimed that Galton Corp had stolen their design based on the confession of a witness and traitor of the company who was none other than an assistant product designer who worked at Willson Corp.

The 20-minute press conference is believed to be nearly ninety-nine-nine-nine percent able to bring out Willson Corp from a skewed accusation from Galton Corp.

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In a modern European-style house building, precisely the place where Loye lived.

"Loye, why hasn't Lilly arrived yet? Did he forget we should finish our group paper immediately?" allesya asked as her eyes rolled toward the hundreds of neatly arranged collections of books on the large shelf of the corner of the private reading room. Find some books needed.

Allesya and Lilly did decide to do their group chores at Loye's house this time, because the nerdy-looking man had a lot of book references in his house.

"She must be on her way here" offered Allesya a cup of chamomile tea. "Drink first while waiting for him to come."

"Thank you," received the cup from Loye's hand.

"What book is this?" a magazine-like book with a picture of a woman posing sexy as a cover immediately attracted Allesya's curiosity.

"Don't!" a jolt followed by a hand on the book he was holding, making Allesya a little surprised.

"You surprised me, Loye!" his surprise was due to Loye's overly sudden exclamation.

"Sorry, you're looking for another book" turned Allesya's attention and put the book in a drawer with a collection of other similar picture books. He looked nervous as if there was a secret in the book. "Drink the tea first, while it's still warm," he continued trying to master the situation.

He didn't want to argue much, and he didn't want to know what the book was. "Well! You're the one looking for the book, I want to enjoy my drink first."

Landing his buttocks on an elbow sofa facing a glass wall, gives the eye the freedom to enjoy the view outside. The almost cold chamomile tea urges the lips to wipe it immediately.

"Loye, you live alone here?"

"I live with my parents, but they're out of town right now" he explained.

"Do you want more tea?" he continued with questions when he saw the tea cup belonging to Allesya almost toilet.

"No, thank you," he replied, followed by a twitch in the forehead.

"Are you okay, Allesya?" loye asked, noticing his friend's strange-looking gurgle.

"Something, I suddenly felt dizzy," crashing a throb in the head with a sling. Repetitive eye movements, clearing out vision that is starting to blur.

Moving weak, grabbing the phone from the pocket of the pants. Eyes narrowed as the eyes were increasingly painstakingly invited to find the phone number of someone he first remembered.

"Hello?"

"Sister Sean. please jam."

Not yet had the sentence spoken to the end, Allesya's body was limp, followed by a dark and instantly unconscious view. Ignoring Sean's call from behind the phone that's still connected.

Loye immediately panicked, seeing Allesya suddenly faint. "Allesya? You why? Be aware!" patting gently on Allesya's cheek.

"Allesya...? Did you really faint? Ah.. it turned out to be this easy to make you helpless," a meaningful sneer was instantly imprinted faintly on Loye's face.

The panicked expression turned out to be just a camouflage of his veiled intentions. He continued to bring Allesya's body into his private room located on the second floor. Previously he did not forget he decided on a call that was still connected to Allesya's phone and at the same time non-active it.

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Usually, a hug and kiss he always made the routine mandatory as an early morning greeters. However, the brief debate that occurred between them yesterday led to an unwillingness to do so this time. Under the pretext, appreciate Allesya's feelings. Despite the attention and warm treatment he still pinned to Allesya.

"Well! When will this punishment take place?" his weakness.

The phone rings out loud, prompting Sean to touch it. "Allesya? isn't he still doing group work?" with a face full of questions.

Hurry up to find out the question, take the phone call. "Hello?"

Instantly Sean's face turned deathly, the sound of a cry behind a call that was still mourning as if calling that Allesya was not okay there. Bad shadows began to penetrate his mind, increasing the level of anxiety for the woman.

"Allesya?! You why?! Allesya?! call him but no word is heard. The panic intensified when the phone connection was cut off, and the number could not be re-shaded.

A single leg jolt took him up, sliding his body out of his office. This coincides with the existence of Sammy who has just arrived with a paper roll in the form of a construction design for a new Willson Corp project.

"Sean?" call Sammy. The gaze obeyed the direction Sean was walking past without returning his call.

"Sean, where are you going? You have an appointment to see me!" call Sammy back.

The wide steps taken suddenly stopped, turned the heel and approached Sammy. "Try your sister's phone and ask her where she is right now?"

"For what?"

"Call now!"

"Yes, yes," Faint face with Sammy's fingers swiped the screen of his phone. "Asking for help with minutes always makes no difference" he exclaimed. Equivalent to the sound of baby ants.

"Where are you now?"

"I'm outside now, brother. What's up?"

"Oow..?" glancing at Sean, honestly he was confused what else to talk to Liliy, the younger brother.

Too long, Sean forcibly snatched Sammy's phone still stuck in the ear.

"Where is Allesya? You're with him, aren't you?" ask Sean directly at his point.

"Did?" from across it sounds confused.

"It's me Allesya's husband."

"Ah Brother Sean? Anu, that.. Allesya is now at Loye's house to hijack our group duties, and I'm still on my way there, sister," he explained.

Sean growled in disappointment, as Allesya did not tell him that he had gone to Loye's house. All she knew, Allesya would finish her group on campus. And what is this? Did Ellesya lie to him? Is she having a special relationship with that man?

Once again all the bad thoughts about Allesya flocked to him. But he firmly patis mind that is far from solving the problem at this time.

"Give me Loye's home address."

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