Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations
Chapter 86: Promise Made Too Easily
CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 86: PROMISE MADE TOO EASILY
"How could this happen?" Barbara Sutton’s nerves were tight, she couldn’t believe everything in front of her.
Monica Usher stared at a series of familiar A-class drafts on her phone; she couldn’t utter a single word!
"Impossible..."
"How could they leak out?"
"Oh my God..."
The design department was in chaos.
CEO’s office.
Finn Morgan dared not breathe heavily, his mind was blank.
Each photo painfully pierced Justin Kingston’s eyes.
This crisis came unexpectedly!
His expression was calm, his mind raced.
At this moment, Monica Usher stumbled in hastily, not even knocking on the door, "Justin, the drafts have leaked." She felt an urge to cry, gasping for breath.
Always calm, she had never lost composure like this.
Meanwhile, the office desk phone rang.
Finn Morgan saw the caller ID; he dared not answer. Reporting, "CEO, it’s from the Queen’s side."
The Queen must have seen the draft leakage too.
This call couldn’t be ignored.
The ringtone continued.
Under Monica Usher’s unwavering gaze, Justin Kingston picked up the receiver, placing it by his ear, his expression relaxed. He spoke fluent English, "Hello, Kingston Group CEO’s office."
"Are you the CEO, Justin Kingston?" The Queen’s kindly voice came through.
"Hello, Your Majesty. I am Justin Kingston." His voice was gentle, humble, and courteous, with a light, pleasant smile on his lips.
The Queen went straight to the point, "I heard your design drafts leaked, and they’re everywhere online. I’ve seen them; they are very innovative, exceeding my expectations, but I want something that is breathtaking and anticipated, debuting at my banquet."
"Your Majesty," Justin Kingston responded casually, patiently explaining, "What you saw online were the designs that didn’t pass my approval, intentionally shared for the public to enjoy. As for what you want, I’ll provide them to you tomorrow."
Monica Usher was almost dumbfounded hearing this!
How will this end??
Finn Morgan also nearly collapsed, don’t make promises lightly! The penalty fees are astronomical!!
The Queen was also shocked, "You have even better drafts?"
"Of course," Justin Kingston calmly assured, "because we have the most excellent team."
"Really looking forward to tomorrow’s meeting," the Queen said, "I really wish to see those design works, they must be exceptionally perfect."
Hearing the Queen’s mood significantly improve, Justin Kingston smiled, "See you tomorrow then."
"Good, good, see you tomorrow on time."
Justin Kingston hung up the receiver, and silence filled the office for a long time.
Monica Usher and Finn Morgan both knew Justin Kingston didn’t have any drafts; the leaked ones were the selected A-class drafts, originally meant to be presented to the Queen.
Only one night left, where would he get new works from?
"You go back to the design department, first calm everyone down. I’ll handle the leak," Justin Kingston looked at Monica Usher.
She was very worried, "How to handle it?" almost on the verge of tears.
Justin Kingston no longer paid attention to her, turning his gaze to Finn Morgan, "You investigate how the drafts leaked out, find the reason."
"Yes."
After Finn Morgan left, Monica Usher also departed.
The spacious office only left Justin Kingston alone; his thin lips pressed into a line, his expression cold and indifferent.
Like a thousand-pound burden weighing down on him.
Who did this not for money, but just to mess things up?
What benefit did messing up bring to him?
The biggest beneficiary was R-Alan, but it clearly wasn’t R-Alan who did it.
Very inconveniently, the surveillance happened to break down.
Emerald Cove.
The children returned from school to see mommy at home, each one jumping with excitement!
Originally wanted to pull mommy to cook dinner for daddy together, but mommy ruthlessly declined, not knowing mommy saw a certain photo making her sulk.
"Mommy, did you have a fight with daddy again?" Gigi held her hand, "Why are you unhappy?"
Mia Lane forced a smile, "No."
"You say no, almost writing ’unhappy’ on your face."
Under Gigi and Dolly’s insistence, she was finally pulled into the kitchen, "We’ll help too! Cooking together!"