Triplets’ Mighty Mom

Chapter 22

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Chapter 22 Stealing Someone Else’s Design Lyla pounded on the table furiously. Just then, two more people came in from outside. They were

designers at her fashion studio and they were all in the same situation.

“Miss Lyla, our sketches are gone too.” “Yeah, so is mine.” That was when Lyla realized the severity of

the situation. “Get a technician to come have a look right now.”

From outside, a man replied, “The technician was just with me earlier. He said either someone erased it

or we were hacked.” She was stunned. “Hacked?”

What hacker would want to attack my small studio? “Is there no way to recover it?” she asked

desperately.

“Unfortunately, there isn’t. The technician said it was a skilled hacker. He can’t seem to find a trace.”

Lyla flopped in her chair with a ghastly look on her face.

Sarah consoled, “Don’t panic, Miss Lyla. Do you guys have any hand-drawn sketches? If you polish it up

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a bit, you can probably still make it in time for the registration.”

Lyla glared at Sarah. “Are you a fool? The contest wants us to submit a digital copy of our designs!”

Sarah fell silent. She only wanted to comfort Lyla. Lyla brushed them off, “Okay, just get out. All of you.”

They started to shuffle out of the room.

Lyla sat in her chair completely dumbfounded. Who would hack her tiny studio? She got up and closed

the door to her office then made a phone call. “Ben, can you come over right now?” A man gushed from

the other end of the phone, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” “Someone hacked my computer and all my

designs are gone,” she said anxiously. “Don’t fret, sweetheart. I’m out of town right now. Can I go

tomorrow? I’ll take a look at it for you tomorrow.” She frowned. “Can’t you come back now?” “Sweetheart,

I’m in Mastar. I can make it back tomorrow at the earliest. Don’t worry. When have I ever pushed off your

things?”

She murmured, “When is your flight? I’ll go and pick you up.”

The voice on the phone suddenly turned dubious. “Do you miss me already?” “Ugh, did you have to

ask?” she grumbled and started to blush. He laughed. “I’ll let you know after I book the plane tickets. I

miss you to death.” They flirted back and forth for a while before hanging up. She sat in her chair and

spent some time thinking. I can’t just sit here in defeat. What if Ben can’t recover the data either? Won’t I

just be wasting my time?

All of a sudden, she sprung up and left the studio, then drove home to the Brooklyn Residence. When

she got home, Leila was the only one there.

“Mom!” she yelled as soon as she entered the house.

Leila was quite taken aback to see Lyla come home. “Why are you back already?” “Did you throw away

all of Camila’s things?” Lyla asked. Leila could not understand what was happening. “All of her things are

in storage.”

Lyla did not have time to explain and went straight into the storage. She searched through it for about

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half an hour before coming out with a book of design sketches. Leila asked, “What is that?” “Design

sketches. The sketch I prepared for the competition got erased. There are only a few more days left

before the registration closes. I’m going to see if I can find anything useful in here,” she said as she

flipped through the book. Those sketches came from the sudden bursts of inspiration Camila got while

she studied design. They were all compiled into one thick book. When Camila left the house last time,

she did not manage to take all these things with her. Lyla stopped flipping abruptly and her gaze fell on

the page in front of her. There were four formal wear sketches altogether; each of them was in a different

shade-plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum. There was a fusion of traditional Chinese art in the

designs and each one was mesmerizing and refreshing to look at. Originally, Lyla wanted to come home

to distract herself. She figured those designs from years ago must be out of fashion by now. She did not

expect, however, that Camila would have such contemporary ideas in designs from seven years ago.

“This one. I should be able to use this to enter the contest,” she mused. Leila was slightly concerned. “I

heard that Camila is back. If she catches you, aren’t you afraid she’ll sue you for copyright infringement?”

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