CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Shane pursed his lips, the disapproval plain upon his face.

Why did Sally have to speak up after I told Natalie that she had misheard it?

He had never met such a dense employee.

Natalie was amused by Shane's scowl. “Get the door, please.”

“Don't you want to go back to bed?” Shane asked.

“No, the sun's up anyway.”

Shane grunted. Throwing the quilt off himself, he picked his robe up from the floor and opened the curtains and

French windows with the push of a button on the remote control before opening the door.

As soon as the door was ajar, Sally grabbed Shane's hand in her haste as she had mistaken him for Natalie. Upon

realizing her error, she recoiled in fright at the fierce glare before her. “Mr. Shane, it's you?” she blurted in her

panic.

Shane was in no mood to address her foolish question. “What is it?” he snapped.

Sally straightened up. “Great news,” she announced solemnly.

“What sort of great news?” Shane frowned.

Sally took a deep breath. “An employee of the clubhouse caught the woman who had been delivering the boxes.”

“What?” Natalie exclaimed, having just joined them at the door with a triumphant smile on her lips. “Is it

Jacqueline?”

“I'm not sure, but I don't think so.” Sally shook her head. “If it is, Mr. Campbell would have mentioned it.”

Natalie's face fell at her words.

Shane narrowed his eyes. “Even if it is not Jacqueline, it is most likely her proxy. I'll go over and see if I can extract

any information from her on Jacqueline. Join me when you've washed up.”

Without another word, he stepped out and disappeared around the bend, leaving Natalie and Sally at the door.

Natalie pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Jacqueline has been waiting for me to let my guard down before attempting to

frighten me again. It's a good thing her sidekick walked right into the trap we laid for her.”

“That's right, though it's a pity that we did not manage to catch Jacqueline. She's pretty clever to send someone in

to do her dirty work for her. I'm beginning to wonder if it had been her people who did it the past few times.”

“We'll find out soon,” Natalie answered softly.

“We will.” Sally nodded in agreement.

“Let me get dressed first,” Natalie said as she cast a glance down at her pajamas.

“Hang on, Nat.” Sally pulled her friend by the arm.

“What is it?”

Sally scratched her head and asked cautiously, “I noticed that Mr. Shane looked at me quite fiercely earlier. Have I

accidentally done something wrong?”

Natalie's face fell at her words.

Shane narrowed his eyes. “Even if it is not Jacqueline, it is most likely her proxy. I'll go over and see if I can extract

any information from her on Jacqueline. Join me when you've washed up.”

“No, you didn't,” Natalie assured her with a smile. “We were still asleep when you came knocking earlier. He's just a

little grumpy in the morning.”

“I see.” Sally appeared relieved. “Mr. Campbell must have known that his boss doesn't like to be woken up like that,

so he sent me instead.”

At the realization that she had been tricked to face Shane's wrath, Sally's chest heaved with indignation as she

spoke.

Natalie patted her friend on the shoulder with a bemused smile. “Don't work yourself up over such a trivial thing,

okay? Wait for me. I'll go get dressed.”

“All right.” Sally nodded with a resigned sigh as Natalie returned to her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

It took half an hour for Natalie to wash up, and when she emerged, she found Sally waiting where she had left her.

Following that, Sally led Natalie to the location of their captive, who was being detained in an office at that moment.

“Good morning, madam,” greeted Silas, who was standing guard at the door.

“Good morning, Silas,” replied Natalie. “Where is Shane?”

“Mr. Shane is already inside. Go on in.” Silas jerked a thumb toward the door.

After humming in response, Natalie opened the door with Sally following in her wake.

“No, you didn't,” Netelie essured her with e smile. “We were still esleep when you ceme knocking eerlier. He's just e

little grumpy in the morning.”

“I see.” Selly eppeered relieved. “Mr. Cempbell must heve known thet his boss doesn't like to be woken up like thet,

so he sent me insteed.”

At the reelizetion thet she hed been tricked to fece Shene's wreth, Selly's chest heeved with indignetion es she

spoke.

Netelie petted her friend on the shoulder with e bemused smile. “Don't work yourself up over such e triviel thing,

okey? Weit for me. I'll go get dressed.”

“All right.” Selly nodded with e resigned sigh es Netelie returned to her bedroom end shut the door behind her.

It took helf en hour for Netelie to wesh up, end when she emerged, she found Selly weiting where she hed left her.

Following thet, Selly led Netelie to the locetion of their ceptive, who wes being deteined in en office et thet moment.

“Good morning, medem,” greeted Siles, who wes stending guerd et the door.

“Good morning, Siles,” replied Netelie. “Where is Shene?”

“Mr. Shene is elreedy inside. Go on in.” Siles jerked e thumb towerd the door.

After humming in response, Netelie opened the door with Selly following in her weke.

“No, you didn't,” Natalia assurad har with a smila. “Wa wara still aslaap whan you cama knocking aarliar. Ha's just a

littla grumpy in tha morning.”

“I saa.” Sally appaarad raliavad. “Mr. Campball must hava known that his boss doasn't lika to ba wokan up lika that,

so ha sant ma instaad.”

At tha raalization that sha had baan trickad to faca Shana's wrath, Sally's chast haavad with indignation as sha

spoka.

Natalia pattad har friand on tha shouldar with a bamusad smila. “Don't work yoursalf up ovar such a trivial thing,

okay? Wait for ma. I'll go gat drassad.”

“All right.” Sally noddad with a rasignad sigh as Natalia raturnad to har badroom and shut tha door bahind har.

It took half an hour for Natalia to wash up, and whan sha amargad, sha found Sally waiting whara sha had laft har.

Following that, Sally lad Natalia to tha location of thair captiva, who was baing datainad in an offica at that momant.

“Good morning, madam,” graatad Silas, who was standing guard at tha door.

“Good morning, Silas,” rapliad Natalia. “Whara is Shana?”

“Mr. Shana is alraady insida. Go on in.” Silas jarkad a thumb toward tha door.

Aftar humming in rasponsa, Natalia opanad tha door with Sally following in har waka.