Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife-Chapter 822 - 857: The Appropriated Script

Friday’s meeting with Quinn Media Company—Kuan said he wanted Mabel Quinn and Alice Conley to join. Mabel felt odd, "Kuan, neither Alice nor I have work related to Quinn Media. Why attend the meeting?"

"You’ll find out when you go." Kuan smiled mysteriously, as if hinting at a surprise.

Mabel and Alice exchanged a glance, saying nothing more.

During the afternoon meeting, when Alessia Quinn announced that Quinn Media was starting a microfilm, the screenplay surprisingly resembled the one they had written. Moreover, Indigo Quigley’s name appeared as the screenwriter.

"What’s going on, Kuan?" Alice could no longer stay calm. She looked at Kuan, the Studio’s head. Their microfilm script, submitted to Kuan on Tuesday, turned into this mess in three days.

Kuan looked puzzled, turning to Alessia Quinn, "Manager Quinn, I recall the script I submitted to you listed Mabel Quinn and Alice Conley as the screenwriters."

Mabel and Alice realized Kuan had given their script to Alessia. No wonder he had called them to today’s meeting.

"Kuan, didn’t you say you were looking for a suitable company outside for this script?" Alice asked.

Kuan awkwardly explained, "Manager Quinn called asking if I had any suitable scripts. So, I thought of showing it to her first." He thought if Quinn Group wanted the script, it was ideal—less effort. With the script already fully written, even if modifications were needed, they’d be minimal, unlike last time when they demanded a rewrite.

But he hadn’t expected this situation. Especially today, when Alessia called to discuss the microfilm, asking him to bring Mabel and Alice to the meeting. He hoped it might resolve the conflict.

He wanted a good relationship with Alessia, Quinn Media’s manager.

Yet reality felt like a harsh slap.

Looking serious, Kuan asked Alessia, "Manager Quinn, I need an explanation."

Alessia smiled, "It’s simple. Indigo also gave me a script. I compared them and chose Indigo’s—it was better. It’s already reported and approved."

Indigo smiled smugly, "I didn’t expect my script to resemble yours. But don’t misunderstand, it’s quite different. Don’t accuse me of plagiarism; I can’t bear that charge." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Mabel and Alice exchanged a glance. At the meeting’s start, copies of Indigo’s script were distributed to each seat. They had reviewed it. It wasn’t a petty word-for-word plagiarism but rather their script’s structure, beginning, middle, end—the essence edited.

Indigo’s script was registered, while theirs wasn’t. If they pursued it, they’d gain nothing openly.