The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 152

She flatly refused to admit it. Cheryl let out a cold chuckle. “You really won’t cry until you see the coffin, will you? Tell me, you bought my designs from Daisy, didn’t you?”

Naomi shot Cheryl a sharp glare, her fingernails digging deep crescents into her palm. She bit down hard on her lower lip, saying nothing.

“Daisy is my assistant. Did she tell you those sketches were her own? That she was the real creative force behind me?” Cheryl’s words sent a chill straight through Naomi. How could she know even this?

Had Daisy been caught already?

Cheryl leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “You’re not the first person to fall for a scam, but the others weren’t as stubborn as you. They knew when to cut their losses and back down. The real creator is standing right in front of you—what makes you so confident?

Where do you get your nerve, Naomi? Do you really think Lester or Joseph can bail you out of this mess?”

At first, Cheryl had thought Daisy only sold her rejected drafts to Naomi. She hadn’t expected Daisy to have multiple buyers.

At least a dozen designers, maybe more.

Cheryl wouldn’t go after the others. But Naomi—she wasn’t letting this slide.

Naomi’s face was ashen, rivulets of sweat beading on her forehead and slipping down her cheeks. Her eyes glistened with fear as she looked at Cheryl, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to defend herself, shoving all blame onto Daisy.

“Ms. Green, I’m a victim here too. I had no idea Daisy was selling me your stolen designs. If I’d known, I never would’ve touched them.”

Daisy, you’ve completely ruined me!

Naomi’s regret gnawed at her. She should never have trusted Daisy so blindly.

If she was exposed as a plagiarist, she’d never work in fashion again. She’d be the punchline of Skyrim’s entire design scene.

“So, that’s it? No room to negotiate?” Naomi’s tone sharpened. She didn’t sound like someone begging for mercy—she sounded like she was making a threat.

Cheryl raised her brows in amusement. “Oh? Is that a threat I hear? What’s there to talk about between us, really?”

Naomi pressed her lips together, then closed her eyes for a moment, gathering herself. When she opened them, her gaze was steady—almost reckless.

“If you’re going to ruin me, then I’ll make sure your sister Wendy goes down with me. I’m just an illegitimate nobody, but Wendy? She’s the pride of the family, a department head at the university. She has so much more to lose than I do.”

At that, Cheryl’s expression changed. “What are you talking about?”