Chapter 53: Don't Be Too Proud of Yourself

That night, Maggie returned home and acted as if nothing had happened. She planned to torment Sierra further. However, Sierra had a restless night.

Initially, she watched Maggie's room, hoping to see a shocked or panicked expression. But Maggie remained quiet after returning to her room.

Sierra grew increasingly irritated. The wait, lasting nearly three hours, felt unreasonable. Finally, nearing ten o'clock, Sierra panicked. She wondered if Maggie had other drafts, but she'd already destroyed all the drawings. Sierra then had the maid prepare a late-night snack and knocked on Maggie's door.

Maggie, freshly showered, lazily opened the door. "What's up?" she asked.

Sierra glanced past her at the desk but couldn't see anything due to the angle and her shorter stature.

"Nothing much," Sierra said obediently, lowering her gaze. "I just brought you a late-night snack. You've been working hard."

If Maggie didn't know Sierra's true nature, she might have believed her innocent act. However, years of experience taught Maggie that appearances could be deceiving.

Maggie laughed nonchalantly. "Have you heard of the Trojan Horse? Are you here with ill intentions?"

This ignited Sierra's anger.

"What do you mean?" Sierra retorted. "Do you think you're indispensable? There are plenty of designers. Just because Grandpa values you doesn't mean you're good!" Her eyes darkened with malice.

Maggie laughed. "If I'm not good, why didn't he put you in charge? You're graduating soon; why can't you handle anything?"

Sierra shouted, "Who says I can't handle anything? I want to see what you can achieve!" Her youthful anger flared.

"You don't need to worry about that," Maggie replied softly, offering a fake smile. Her cold eyes exuded an unsettling chill.

Sierra felt uneasy under Maggie's gaze, like prey caught in a trap.

"It's too soon to say that," Sierra sneered. "Grandpa favors you. Don't ruin this project. Our family can't afford to lose face!" She eagerly anticipated Maggie's reaction upon discovering the missing designs. She wanted to see Maggie's arrogant façade crumble. But Maggie seemed unaware.

Uninterested in Sierra's taunts, Maggie closed the door before Sierra finished speaking and went into her bedroom.

The design drafts were gone, along with all the data. This, however, was Maggie's best day. She wasn't a philanthropist; she'd never intended for the Camerons to get the project. It had all been a carefully planned trap.

The next morning, Maggie exited her room with a cold expression. "Who went into my room yesterday?" she asked everyone she met.

The terrified servants shook their heads, explaining that they hadn't entered her room except for the weekly cleaning, knowing she disliked it.

Maggie descended the stairs, her demeanor cold. Master and Madam Cameron, early risers, were occupied with their morning routines. Ronald sat at the dining table, clearly uneaten.

"You're up early," Master Cameron said warmly.

Madam Cameron asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Master Cameron put down his newspaper, his expression serious.

"All my design drafts are gone, and my computer is waterlogged; the motherboard is fried," Maggie said coldly, her eyes red and body trembling with anger.

"What did you say?" Master Cameron exclaimed, jumping up. Madam Cameron was stunned.

"I didn't check last night," Maggie explained, her voice tight. "This morning, the drafts were gone, and the computer wouldn't turn on. There were water stains." Madam Cameron asked, "Are you sure the drafts were there when you left yesterday?"

"Of course," Maggie replied. "I wouldn't carry such important things with me."

Olivia and Sierra appeared. "What's all the commotion?"

Sierra watched Maggie, concealing a smile. The fool had finally discovered the missing drafts. She waited to see Maggie's smugness disappear.

Master Cameron announced gravely, "Maggie's drafts are gone, and her computer is ruined." He questioned the servants about any visitors.

The servants confirmed no guests had visited. Master Cameron pressed further, inquiring about everyone's whereabouts. They established Maggie's timeline.

The most likely suspects were Olivia and Sierra.

Olivia, noticing the accusing gazes, stated firmly, "While Sierra and I were here, we had no motive. We share in the family's success and failures; why would we steal Maggie's drafts?"

Ronald suggested the possibility of a dishonest servant.

Sierra looked at Maggie, questioning, "Are you sure the drafts are lost? Maybe there was a design issue, or you couldn't meet the deadline, so you're playing the victim?"

Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We?