"I know your design lacks copyright but I don't want to witness you becoming a target of public censure. I'll inform my company that this is a collaborative design between us and then our two shopping malls can establish a partnership. It's the least detrimental course of action and the best option for you." Samira fixed her gaze on Ewing.

Ewing's face remained expressionless, a faint smile playing on his Lips.

Samira discovered that after several years, she couldn't quite decipher Ewing.

Nevertheless, she was making a wager. She was betting that Ewing would undoubtedly accept this offer. After all, he couldn't possibly have the copyright for this design.

As long as he acquiesced, relief would wash over her. It was then that the Dillon Group could aggressively sue the Phillips Group, pushing them to the brink of bankruptcy.

“Alright," Ewing finally uttered.

Samira let out a sigh of relief, a smile gracing her face involuntarily. "Indeed, you never had the copyright. Ha-ha, you feigned ownership, causing me countless sleepless nights."

"Samira, we both know the true designer."

"So what? Without copyright, your claims hold no weight. Furthermore, I've notarized it. Ewing, since you've left the industry, reentry isn't an option," Samira retorted sharply.

Ewing regarded her with a deeper sense of disappointment. “Certainly, I've not been a good mentor. It's disheartening to be spoken of in this manner by my former student, especially having my copyright usurped. Yet, I'm helpless."

Samira arched an eyebrow. Now aware of the truth, she felt a surge of relief. In this moment, she reveled in happiness. "You only have yourself to blame. Your refusal to comply with the Dillon Group's arrangement led to this. If you had signed the permanent agreement willingly, you wouldn't be in this predicament."

Samira was of the opinion that Ewing belonged to the bottom rungs of society and could never climb up.

As such, she didn't want to waste her time on a person like him.

"You can expect a letter from the Dillon Group's lawyers," she said dismissively.

After saying that, she left.

As Samira drove away, the disappointment in Ewing's eyes disappeared.

In Starlight Mansion, Lilah was planning to go back to her apartment and rest, but she was stopped by Gerard again.

“Lilah, my head hurts," Gerard told her in a low voice.

“Did you overwork and push yourself too much again?" Lilah touched his forehead and massaged his temples.

"If you're by my side, I won't feel any pain," Gerard replied.

As soon as she heard that, Lilah immediately withdrew her hand and rolled her eyes at him.

Gerard didn't get mad at her. Instead, he held her in his arms and buried his head in her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin. "So, when are we going to get engaged?"

As soon as she heard this, Lilah's jaw dropped. She didn't expect that he was already thinking about engagement this soon.

"Don't you think it's too soon?" Lilah told him. "We need to date for at least a year first before we get engaged. Then, after six months, we can get married."