Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 165 This Time, You're Finished When Steven's car stopped at the entrance of the Elora neighborhood, he quickly figured out which floor Elora lived on.

The two of them arrived outside Elora's apartment, and Sophia gently knocked on the door.

Elora was in the living room and heard the noise outside. She asked softly, "Who is it?" "It's me, Sophia." Hearing Sophia's voice from outside, Elora's expression turned a bit strange. How did Sophia find her? And how did she know where she lived? Elora opened the door and exchanged a glance with Sophia, who raised her hand in greeting. "Long tno see, Elora," Sophia spoke politely, but there was a hint of coldness on her face.

"What are you doing at my place?" Elora nervously clutched the door, not letting Sophia in, and her expression becparticularly uneasy.

Sophia didn't want to explain. She grabbed Elora's wrist and pressed her. "Elora, I never really offended you, so why did you have someone secretly take photos of my private life and then act innocent online? Your two-faced act is quite something." Sophia's direct accusation made Elora's eyes flash with guilt. But she vehemently denied it, claiming Sophia was falsely accusing her.

Sophia laughed humorlessly, let go of Elora's hand, and shoved a copied video in front of her. After watching the video, Elora's legs almost gave out. She remembered there were no cameras nearby. How did Sophia get this footage? "The photos are still on your phone, right? Or maybe you've deleted them, but I can recover them. Should we give it a try?" "If you touch my phone, that's an invasion of privacy! I can call the police!" Elora blocked the doorway, afraid Sophia would rush in and take her phone. Sophia, of course, wouldn't let Elora catch her off guard. She just looked at her quietly.

"No need to call the police. On the way here, Libbie already gave the evidence to the police. I cto tell you in person that your designs are trash." Sophia continued, "You thought you could have someone take photos ofwithoutfinding out? That was naive Flora. We were just colleagues. You went to great lengths to target me. I guess it has something to do with Tiffany, right? I'm curious, who's behind you?" Sophia was smart. She had thought of this early on. After all, she and Elora had only met once and had no grudges. The only reason Elora would target her was to get at Tiffany.

Everyone knew Sophia and Tiffany were friends. If something happened to Sophia, it would inevitably drag Tiffany into it.

"You... what are you talking about? I don't understand..." Elora continued to play dumb, but the unnatural look in her eyes couldn't fool Sophia.

"If you don't want to admit it, that's fine. We'll find out eventually. But this time, you're done." Sophia smirked slightly, her fingers brushing Elora's face, the cold touch making Elora shiver.

"Let's go, Steven." Sophia turned and left, not wasting any more words on Elora. As soon as they left, Elora couldn't hold on any longer. She leaned against the door, slowly sliding down to sit on the threshold, her eyes filled with panic.

She had worked so hard to get to where she was. Was it all going to be ruined because of this one reckless decision? No way.

Elora clenched her fists and got up to make a call in the living room, but the line was busy. Clearly, Lauren didn't want to take her calls anymore or deal with her.

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Sophia left the neighborhood and had just gotten into the car when she received a message from Tiffany. Tiffany had posted on her account, analyzing Elora's design drafts one by one. Many professional designers commented, pointing out the flaws in the designs. Several comments were from people who had bought Elora's designs and felt wronged.

[I said before that Elora's sizing was off, but no one listened. They toldto lose weight!] [Elora played the victim at the design competition. People love to sympathize with the underdog. When I couldn't fit into her clothes and posted about it, they said I was just causing trouble.] [The public can see the truth now. Miss Grey and other designers have pointed out the issues. Who's still going to praise Elora?] Those who had supported Elora were now silent, feeling embarrassed.

Sophia saw the positive response and nodded in satisfaction, sending Tiffany a voice message. "Thanks for your hard work, Tiffany." After that, Sophia closed her phone and glanced at Steven in the driver's seat. "Thanks for your help. Lettreat you to dinner." "Then I'll pick the place. Let's go now." "Sure." At the Cooper Group, Leon liked Tiffany's post using his work account. He wasn't doing it to help Tiffany but to maintain Sophia's image since she had a partnership with the company.

There was a knock on the office door. Leon closed his work account and spoke calmly, "Cin."

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"Mr. Cooper, all our projects are here. But a few haven't started yet. We've lost quite a few investors, causing delays."

Grant sighed as he spoke, looking at Leon, hoping he had a way to recover the company's losses. But Leon said nothing, silently flipping through the files. Grant swallowed nervously and cautiously asked, "Mr. Cooper, do you have a plan? Can we start these projects?" If the projects could stabilize, the company's losses could be quickly recovered.

"No plan," Leon said calmly, just going through each project and setting aside a few files. "Take these back. We don't need them now."

Grant blinked at Leon's words. Why did Leon seem so calm? Did he have another plan? "Mr. Cooper, if you have a plan, don't keep it from me.

The company has been through a lot while you were in a coma. Executives have left, and I'm at my wit's end." Grant was anxious, almost pulling his hair out, looking desperate.

Leon looked up, his expression calm as he stared at Grant, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. "Have you not looked closely at these files?" Leon pointed to the files he had set aside, asking in confusion.

Grant shook his head and asked, "Mr. Cooper, is there something special about these projects?"