Sharing Love: I Was Forced to Get Married for Money
Chapter 101

Two days later,

"For everyone" Sapa Anindira told all employees.

All employees bowed in respect.

"Good morning, ma'am,"

"Good morning Susi,"

Susi walks after Anindira to her room, Anindira sits in her chair, "Oh yes Sus, please just you meet our investors today, can you?"

"Good ma'am, then excuse me,"

"Yes, yeah,

"Dira, how, have you found the evidence?" Claira said curiously.

"In a moment we'll find out." Anindira fiddles with her laptop, "I've connected the company's living room television side camera to this laptop."

Anindira and Claira sit while watching the laptop in front of them.

"Oh gosh," Claira said and turned to Anindira, "Why aren't you surprised?"

"I've been expecting it, it's just that I don't have any proof yet."

"I didn't even expect someone who looked so loyal to you to have stabbed you in the back."

"I'm not so surprised anyway, I'm suspicious because he's too nice, but I'm not so careful with him."

"Keep what are you gonna do to him?"

"Of course I'll teach him a lesson."

"Oh wow, you look like that mafia wife." Claira's eyes sparkled.

"I'm not Clair's wife,"

"Yes, but soon you'll be someone's wife."

"What the hell is Clair, again this serious

"Yes, yeah,"

"We save this evidence first, later when it is time to need new we use."

"Okay boss, oh yeah Dira, Momy same Dady want to meet you, may not if they come here, or you can determine a place to meet?"

"Of course Clair, whenever they can see me, even if they don't mind, I'll meet them."

"Okay, I'll tell them later." Claira said she was happy.

"Thank God, Momy finally wants to see me."

Claira felt very happy to see Anindira so excited.

Tok, tok, tok, knocking sound of the door.

"Come in,"

"Good morning Dira, good morning Clair,"

"For Dean" said Anindira and Claira.

"Where's your plan, have you found the culprit?"

Anindira showed the tv side footage to Dean.

"Oh, there are still people like that, don't forgive him."

"I know what I have to do." Anindira.

Dean smiled, "You've changed a lot now, you've become bolder, and tough, I'm proud of you." Dean said in his heart.

Until the day Paris Fashion Week began.

The Paris Fashion Week event is running lively, world-class designers present their fashion collections to the public, they display clothes that are so beautiful, the appearance of the models of the paint walk is very stunning.

The dress was glowing, with the company logo of a gold-plated brooch on the right chest, and a kind of pearl knick-knacks on the waist, the material is made from a combination of brocade and rayon.

The dress in Anindira reaps the pros and cons, and, everyone present there compared the dress that Anindira wore with the dress that was worn by the model from other designers who were investors in the Anindira company.

"Hey, not her dress that she was wearing it was exactly the same as the dress that the model was wearing before her huh,"

"Yes right,"

"What is this, did he plagiarize the fashion design of the previous cat walk model?"

"Or it could have been the other way around, the dress she was wearing was actually her original design, while the one in the model before her was a jeplakan."

"It's possible, because the one she's wearing looks brighter, and more perfect."

"Certainly,"

"Is the dress you're wearing real? why does it look exactly the same as the dress worn by the catwalk model before her? " Said one designer.

"I'm sorry, to the amazingly great designers who appear to be here, this dress I'm wearing is genuine, because I designed it myself, and only I know the advantages and disadvantages of this dress."

"How do you prove it?" Ask another designer.

Susi looked startled and her face was deathly pale, she was in cold sweat.

"If it's true that you designed it yourself, why does your dress look exactly like the dress before? there's hardly any difference."

"Well, senior says there's almost no difference, meaning senior realizes that the dress I'm wearing and the dress belongs to her there are her flaws and advantages, right?"

"Certainly,"

"If I may know where the advantages and disadvantages are?"

"Your dress is more shiny, at the waist there are knickknacks like pearls, and on the right chest there is the name of the company logo in the form of a golden brooch, whereas the previous one did not have the company logo, and at the waist did not wear such trinkets."

Anindira nodded, "Now seniors can all draw their own conclusions about these two exact same dresses."

"I think I believe that the dress is your own design, but somehow I also think that the dress was also your design."

"The seniors all talk about it, the two of them are so similar that some of the seniors all think they are like my own design, but, uh, there must also be some of you who think that one of them is a jeplakan or maybe our thoughts are similar to create the exact same dress,"

"Yes it makes sense too, but we've never come across two designers thinking about the same design in almost that detail,"

"Are you trying to cover up the truth?"

"Or actually you are the designer of both dresses, and one of them you sell to another designer,"

"It is also possible that the designer has stolen your design idea, not so Miss,"

The designers were blindly debating their respective prejudices.

"This is not true, such designers do not deserve to be in the world of fashion."

"Not professional,"

"He has tarnished the good name of the fashion world,"

"The name should be in the scribble of top-class designer data,"

"That kind of thing is the trash of society,"

"Miss, tell me the truth, tell me that our prejudices are not true,"

"Wow, amazingly, Dira is indeed a very great woman, good girls," said Doctor Jo who happened to be at that place also because he was invited by Dean.

"Interesting" said someone sitting next to Doctor Jo.

"Well, I'll say, but before that I ask all the seniors to calm down, and please listen to my story" Anindira said.

Instantly the place became quiet,

"Tell me Miss we'll listen to you."

"Alright, thanks to the understanding of the seniors, actually I have designed this dress from two months ago, I have prepared everything to follow this Paris Fashion Week, but when it comes to the stage or process of dress-cutting, the design picture goes nowhere, and I'm forced to re-design it from scratch."