Too Much To Bear My Love

Chapter 619 Plagiarism

Upon returning to her office, Amelia put all her focus on work and came up with three drafts for her client. When her spine began to hurt, she shuffled a little in her seat and took a break by browsing the internet, only to come across a shocking news article.

Author Tiffany Winters, whose best-selling novel has been made into a film, is suspected of plagiarizing three fantasy novels: Snowdrop Spirit, I’m Looking for Mommy, and Don’t Call My Name Late at Night.

Amelia read the entire made-up story but couldn’t find a single name attached to it. Even so, the netizens had already been divided into three groups in the comments section: Tiffany’s loyal fans, internet trolls who seemed to be helping the mastermind fan the flames, and those who knew nothing but just wanted to enjoy the show.

After going through the comments briefly, Amelia closed the article, took out her phone, and walked out of the design department with Jolin in tow.

“What’s wrong, Mrs. Clinton?” Jolin asked, concerned.

Amelia raised her phone in the air. “Are you good with computers, Jolin?”

The latter nodded. “Mr. Clinton once got me to hack into a rival company’s system and steal a bunch of their information.”

“Good. I need you to find out who’s behind the article accusing Tiffany of plagiarism.”

“I understand, Mrs. Clinton. I’ll look into it right away,” Jolin replied sternly. “I just came across that article too, and it’s clearly made-up. Whoever wrote it couldn’t even come up with any evidence of plagiarism. They’re obviously trying to slander Ms. Winters just because her novel’s gotten a film adaptation, but I won’t let them succeed. Mr. Clinton’s invested in the film.”

“You can go ahead. I have to use the bathroom.”

“It’s no hurry. I’ll wait for you.”

Amelia entered the bathroom and dialed Tiffany’s number but couldn’t get through.

When the woman still couldn’t reach her best friend after five attempts, she began to worry.

She then dropped the call and walked out of the bathroom. “Jolin, I need to drop by Tiff’s place. She’s not picking up my calls. I’m worried about her.”

“I’ll take you there, Mrs. Clinton.”

Amelia nodded.

After requesting the day off from Eduardo, she left in a hurry, not caring what her coworkers might think of her for taking so many days off work.

Jolin swiftly drove her to Tiffany’s apartment block.

Amelia then found the elevator, pressed a button, and ran toward the door to Tiffany’s apartment as soon as she arrived on the right floor.

But despite pressing the doorbell and calling Tiffany on the phone countlessly, there was no answer.

Are you in there? Open up!” yelled

came to

“I can unlock the door if that’s

All she wanted was too see Tiffany. What am I going to do

into the keyhole and giving it the needle a few twists, the door finally

in amazement before barging

hastily searched every room, but her friend was nowhere to be found, and the phone calls remained

she’s not picking up, how about you try calling Mr. Hisson? They

right!” Amelia slapped her own forehead in frustration. “I

the

truly starting to

by his

“Go faster, Jolin,”

picked up the pace, and they arrived

her seatbelt and hopped off the vehicle, only to be dumbfounded at the sight of a swarm of reporters

help you get in there, Mrs.

you sure we’d be able

Jolin nodded.

might even recognize you as

on, Mrs.

covered all

Jolin in the lead, they both

looking for the best-selling author, Tiffany Winters?”

for obstruction,” warned Jolin as she glanced at every reporter. “I know your names now. You’re from the Metropolis Daily, you’re from the People’s Daily, and you’re working for entertainment news. If anything happens to us because of your mindless gossip, I’m going to sue each and every one

afraid. Moreover, Amelia wasn’t the one they were looking for, so there was no need for them

shield Amelia and was about to enter the building, someone suddenly shouted, “That woman in the hat is Amelia Winters! She’s the wife of Oscar Clinton, and she’s also Tiffany

attention, and

We’ve been told

this, and the one behind them must have deliberately revealed Amelia’s

but it soon proved difficult as the

of her bag and fired a bullet into the sky, instantly shutting all the reporters

on in, Mrs.

into the building. Given how skilled these journalists were at bending the truth, she had a feeling that tomorrow’s headlines would be on how Mrs. Amelia Clinton’s bodyguard

to carry weapons, so it’s only natural that I have a gun with me. I wouldn’t do anything to

was relieved to hear

the front desk walked toward them. “Can I help you,