The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 115

“Please…” Lindsay’s lips curled into a smirk. “Please get out of my sight. You're an eyesore.”

“You!” Naomi let out a sharp huff through her nose. “Just wait until the design submissions—you’ll find out what real talent looks like.”

Lindsay couldn’t be bothered to argue. She sidestepped Naomi and returned to her desk.

At 10 a.m., the manager called for a quick morning meeting.

The agenda was simple: everyone was to submit their fashion design drafts.

Lindsay placed her portfolio on the table, waiting for someone to collect it.

Naomi sat directly across from her, making a deliberate show of her own design draft. The two of them were close enough that Lindsay could see every detail of Naomi’s work.

Suddenly, Lindsay’s expression changed. Shock flickered in her eyes, and her hand clenched tightly on the table.

How could this be happening?

Naomi’s design was identical to the one Cheryl had won an award with in Lindsay’s previous life. Two entirely different people—how could they possibly come up with the exact same design?

Even if Naomi was somehow reborn too, she’d died before ever working at Vogue Vision. In Lindsay’s last life, Naomi never even glimpsed Cheryl’s designs.

So how was it possible that Naomi’s draft was a perfect replica?

Naomi caught the look on Lindsay’s face and let a triumphant smile play on her lips. Oh, Lindsay, with that pea brain of yours, how could you possibly figure out what’s really going on?

Once the meeting ended, everyone returned to their workstations.

Lindsay sat at her desk, her mind replaying every detail of Naomi’s design. It blended perfectly with the memory of Cheryl’s award-winning piece from her past life.

Suddenly, Lindsay’s eyes flew wide open, her breath catching in her throat. If, in this life, Cheryl also designed the same piece as she had before, wouldn’t Cheryl be accused of plagiarism?

As far as Lindsay knew, Cheryl’s company wasn’t collecting submissions until the afternoon.

With design competitions, whoever submits first is credited as the original.

Fifteen minutes later, Cheryl appeared. For convenience, they chose a nearby café for lunch.

Both of them understood not to bring up the previous night’s events.

“Here, take a look at my design.” Cheryl pulled her portfolio from her bag and handed it to Lindsay. “What’s got you so interested in my work all of a sudden?”

Lindsay took it eagerly, flipping through the pages with a mix of relief and confusion.

Cheryl’s design wasn’t the same as last time—in this life, it was different, meaning there was no overlap with Naomi’s draft.

Still, Lindsay couldn’t help but wonder: why was Cheryl’s creative direction so different this time around?

“So, what do you think? Do I have a shot at winning?” Cheryl tucked her sketches back into her bag, grinning at Lindsay.

“I think it’s fantastic. Unless something unexpected happens, you’re definitely taking first place.” If Lindsay hadn’t seen Naomi’s draft, she’d be certain Cheryl was a shoo-in for the championship.