Chapter 236 A Train Wreck of a Project
Leonard finally recalled I was his wife.
I shrugged. “I know you lost most of your memories, but you mentioned you would never take advantage of me. Since the company is using my design, why don’t you offer me a royalty fee? Are you trying to take advantage of me?” I needed money for follow-up treatments. At this moment, I had no idea when Leonard would see the divorce through. Hence, I needed to make decisions in my own interest.
I had not considered selling my patent to any companies in the past, but I was willing to make an exception for Harmon Group.
My gaze swept past Amelia’s resentful face. I said in exasperation, “Leonard, you guys should know that I am no longer receiving my bonus. You’re basically abusing me if you refuse to offer me a royalty fee.”
Leonard frowned at the patents relating to the 10 or so projects under the company. He was about to say something, but Amelia beat him to it. “Leo, I’ll take the responsibility since I’m now in charge of the design department.” She shot daggers at me. “I was Eva’s schoolmate, and I studied abroad for a few years. I think my design works just fine.”
I raised a brow in silence. Unless Leonard had lost his mind, he would not allow Amelia to
redesign for Harmon Group.
Our team had spent a year on the design and negotiations of the 10 projects. How was Amelia going to redesign everything?
Leonard would not agree to Amelia’s suggestion if he was thinking straight. After some deliberation, he disagreed with Amelia’s idea, as expected. “Amy, let’s discuss this later.”
He turned to me. “I’ll pay you the royalty fees.”
Amelia wanted to say something, but Leonard patted the back of her hand, reassuring her that everything would be okay.
I stared at their intimate interaction with a flat expression. Leonard needed to weigh the pros and cons of using my patent or getting Amelia to redesign.
I did not stay any longer. Holding the box of belongings, I left Harmon Group. At the entrance, I turned around to take one last look. Somehow, thad a feeling this would be my last time here.
When I returned to the hospital, I told Julian I wanted to be hospitalized. He looked at me expressionlessly. “So, are you still going to be a civil servant?”
I nodded in seriousness. “I want to get better and pass the civil service exams before the
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After staring at me for a while, he flashed me a rather odd, conspiratory smile. “Sounds like a plan.”
When I was recovering at the hospital, Leonard took care of the paperwork based on my request. The paperwork was to transfer ownership of my projects, as well as clarify the projects that would not use my patented design. Jean wore an apologetic look when she delivered the documents. “Eva, these are the results of your hard work. They’ve crossed a line.”
No longer concerned about the company matters, I replied, “Leonard is the boss. His word is law.”
I wasn’t wishing ill on Harmon Group. It was just that it was pointless for me to be overly involved in certain matters. Since Amelia was a professional designer, I believed she could get the job done if she followed the steps. Never had I thought that Amelia would be so bold as to edit the designs of the projects under signed agreements.
The major redesign of the overpass project led to a strike by the contractor. Brightwave Group immediately asked the Harmon Group for an explanation when it noticed the problem.
Not only was the project stalled, but the top leadership of Harmon Group started to look into the matter.
Leonard was summoned by the company leadership for a private talk by the time the news. reached me. Emma came to visit me with a forlorn expression. “Leonard has sacrificed everything for Amelia, it seems. He might end up in jail after shouldering the blame.” She added, “Thankfully, you got out before the ship started to sink. The design department might be affected too. What rotten luck!”