Chapter 11

Jennifer lowered her head, "Forget it, William. I'll handle this myself. The online public opinion is very unfriendly towards me right now."

"I've already asked Bob to take care of the public opinion. You should rest well."

"But I need to go to the architecture institute to deal with this matter."

Jennifer didn't look up.

At that moment, Jennifer's phone rang again.

William put it on speaker.

"Ms. Spencer, someone has reported that you hired a ghostwriter for your latest manuscript that's about to be published. We need to thoroughly investigate it. If we find that your previous books were also ghostwritten, we will take down all your books and reclaim all your royalties."

Upon hearing this, Jennifer couldn't sit still.

It was one thing to be accused of having issues with her design drafts, but now they were saying her novels were also ghostwritten.

It couldn't be that the people she had under her wing were all conspiring against her, right?

Jennifer decided to go to the architecture institute.

"William, I need to handle this matter now. Thank you for being by my side immediately. But I've never been someone who is easily bullied."

"I'll take you."

William said slowly.

The next second, he reached out to support Jennifer. Jennifer leaned on William's shoulder and walked out of the hospital room step by step.

Meanwhile, on Christina's side.

She had encountered problems when signing up for the Golden Cup Award. The architecture institute told her, "Our institute has been strictly screening talents recently, and you just made a report call. Now you want to sign up for the competition, which clearly seems like you're trying to attract attention and create a sensation."

"No."

"Do you have any evidence to prove that the other party hired a ghostwriter? If you have evidence, you can come and submit it now."

The architecture institute hung up the phone after saying this because Christina's actions of first reporting and then signing up for the competition were highly suspicious.

The main issue was that they had investigated Jennifer's work and found nothing suspicious.

Since she had already reported it, Christina was determined to bring Jennifer down.

She recalled that Jennifer had always secretly hired ghostwriters. After Jennifer received the drafts, the two ghostwriters disappeared without a trace.

However, Jennifer could be asked to produce a draft on the spot.

The key point was that the materials used in Jennifer's designs were different from those used by the ghostwriters.

No one else had noticed this, but in her previous life, Christina had studied Jennifer's work.

Christina decided to go to the architecture institute herself.

The servant had been specifically instructed by William to keep an eye on Christina.

As soon as Christina went downstairs, she was stopped by the servant, "Ms. Windsor, Mr. Cavendish has instructed that you are not allowed to go out without his permission."

Christina looked coldly at the servant, "My hand hurts right now. If something happens to me, can you take responsibility?"

"And if I heard correctly, you called me Ms. Windsor, right?"

"Yes."

The servant lowered her head, not expecting Christina to have such a strong presence.

Christina sneered, "Since you called me Ms. Windsor, it means my status is higher than yours. And William didn't tell you to lock me up, so I am free. If I can't leave today, I'll call the police. You don't want to be charged with unlawful detention, do you?"

A flash of fear crossed the servant's eyes, and she quickly waved her hands, "Ms. Windsor, I'm just following Mr. Cavendish's orders. How dare I do such a thing?"

"William hasn't done anything to me. And I have an urgent matter to attend to. If something happens, I'll take responsibility." With that, Christina left without looking back.

William wanted to keep her here, but she wouldn't be easily bullied. Even if William found out later, he wouldn't do anything to her.

But she never expected that when she arrived at the architecture institute, she would see William and Jennifer there!

William and Jennifer had just arrived and were getting an understanding of the situation.

"What are you here for? I have guests right now. If you have something to say, please wait a moment," said a man with glasses who noticed Christina.

Since Christina was prepared to report Jennifer, she wasn't going to hold back. But she didn't expect that before she could present her evidence, William was already there with Jennifer.

William truly loved Jennifer!

"I am the one who reported Jennifer."

As soon as Christina said this, she noticed William's eyes becoming even colder and more indifferent.

If looks could kill, she would have already died under William's gaze.

Jennifer immediately put on an act, crying with tears in her eyes, "Christina, why are you doing this to me? Is it because I implicated you, so you're taking revenge on me here?"

William took a big step towards her.

As he reached out, Christina quickly dodged him.

Christina said coldly, "Why would I take revenge on you? You did hire a ghostwriter, Ms. Spencer. As a member of the Spencer Family, a literary family, you use the best materials. But the materials in your submitted design drafts are not from the Spencer Family. If you think I'm wronging you, why don't you prove yourself by creating a piece on the spot?"

Christina didn't look at William.

"What special materials? Don't talk nonsense here."

The Spencer Family's materials always included a special gold powder.

This made their artworks shine brilliantly under light.

This was the unique feature of the Spencer Family's artworks, but only the Spencer Family knew about it. How did Christina find out? And she had always been very careful about hiring ghostwriters.

Before this, Christina and she had never interacted. How did Christina suddenly know so much?

Jennifer was anxious but tried to stay calm.

Christina's lips curled into a cold smile, "Whether I'm talking nonsense can be determined by a professional comparison. And the simplest way to prove it is for you to create a piece on the spot."

"Christina, who taught you to do this?"

A cold voice came from the other side.

Christina glanced at William. His eyes were cold and dangerous. At this moment, William was like a venomous snake baring its fangs.

Her back instantly felt a chill.

But she had come this far; how could she back down now?

Christina calmed herself, "No one taught me. I just happened to discover it. The architecture institute cannot be tainted by someone without talent!"

As soon as she said this, an urgent voice came from afar, "Christina, quickly apologize to Mr. Cavendish. Don't slander Ms. Spencer just because Mr. Cavendish and Ms. Spencer are a perfect match. Do you know the consequences of making a false report?"