The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 168

Her eyes were red, her whole body trembling, but Naomi’s words rang with defiance and indignation.

“Why should I be replaced by Lindsay? My design is clearly better than hers—this isn’t fair to me at all!”

“Naomi, watch your behavior. Everyone’s looking at you,” the manager said, face darkening in disapproval. “Now sit down.”

Naomi swallowed her anger and sat, but her gaze stayed sharp and unwavering, fixed on the manager.

“I deserve an explanation for this. If you can’t give me one, I’ll take this all the way to headquarters—I’m not letting it go.”

A few colleagues spoke up in her defense. “Swapping Naomi’s design at the last minute really isn’t fair. At the very least, she deserves a convincing reason.”

The manager held up a hand, signaling for calm. “The reason is simple. Naomi’s work is under suspicion of plagiarism. For the sake of the company, we can’t take that risk. Lindsay’s design is excellent, and the decision to have her step in was made after careful consideration with upper management.”

“I did not plagiarize anyone! You’re just robbing me of what I deserve,” Naomi shot back, openly challenging the accusation, as if she were certain of victory—certain that Cheryl’s weakness was her love for her sister.

Lindsay let out a short, mocking laugh, her eyes full of scorn. She couldn’t understand where Naomi found the nerve to insist her work was original. With that kind of conviction, you’d almost believe her.

Naomi shot it a quick glance and shrugged, crossing her arms. “So what? I’m just telling it how it is.”

“I actually admire you,” Lindsay said, laughing. “How do you lie so easily, without even blinking? There’s no need to keep pretending with me—I know you bought that design, and Cheryl is the real creator.”

“You’re friends with Cheryl, so of course you’d take her side. But I’m the real designer here,” Naomi replied, chin raised, full of arrogance—a far cry from the woman who’d begged Cheryl for mercy earlier.

Lindsay’s eyes narrowed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “So you know I’m friends with Cheryl? Did you think she wouldn’t tell me how you came crawling to her that day? Deny it all you want—it doesn’t matter to me. But I’m sick of seeing you act like you’re owed something by the world.”