CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“Stop it!” Natalie stopped in her tracks as she interrupted him nervously.

I hate to admit it, but his words got to me. What if everything he said happened? What if an engine part is faulty

and I insist on driving the car with my children in it. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything terrible happens.

Shane's expression relaxed when he realized Natalie was convinced by his words.

He walked over and placed the car key in her palm. “Don't feel pressured. This is merely a form of compensation,”

he said gently.

Natalie lowered her head and glanced at the key. She hesitated for a brief moment before gripping onto them

tightly. “I got it. Thank you, Mr. Shane. I'll accept the car. However, I'll pay you for the amount that has exceeded

the car value. Thank you!”

Before Shane could respond, Natalie pressed the button on the key to open the car door and placed both her

children in it before driving away.

Silas came to Shane's side as they watched the red car drove away. “Mr. Shane, it seems that Ms. Smith is still

alienating you? She's now making things very clear with you and even money. Didn't' you confess your feelings to

her last night?”

Shane pursed his lips, “No rush. Let's give her some space and time to get used to my existence. It's not too late to

take action by then too. Come on, let's head to the office.”

“Yes, Mr. Shane.” Silas nodded.

Natalie dropped off Sharon at the kindergarten in her new car and drove Connor to the hospital. She placed him in

Joyce's care for the day. Then, she headed to Design Association to participate in the competition.

Natalie could feel the tension in the air when she arrived at the conference room of the Design Association.

Besides Jasmine, the remaining six designers had uneasy and concerned looks written on their faces.

“What's wrong?” Natalie asked as she walked towards a designer.

The designer looked at her and responded, “Haven't you heard?”

“What?” Natalie blinked as she was confused.

The designer leaned over and whispered in her ear. “They said that the next person to set the theme for our

competition was Mr. Moore.”

“So?” Natalie turned to face to designer. She could not understand their concerns.

“Of course, we're worried sick! Everyone knows Mr. Moore was known to come up with tricky challenges.” The

designer complained and lay his upper body on the table. “He always has his unique ways when it comes to

revealing the challenges. It could be a famous quote and you'd have to figure the theme from it. Gosh, it's difficult.”

“You're right.” Natalie nodded in agreement.

My mentor did mention that Alfred had a particular style of drafting challenges in this way. The reason behind his

behavior was due to his background. He majored in Archaic Chinese before he joined the fashion industry.

“Speaking of which, aren't you worried you might not guess the theme right?” The designer asked curiously upon

noticing Natalie's calm expression.

Natalia could faal tha tansion in tha air whan sha arrivad at tha confaranca room of tha Dasign Association.

Basidas Jasmina, tha ramaining six dasignars had unaasy and concarnad looks writtan on thair facas.

“What's wrong?” Natalia askad as sha walkad towards a dasignar.

Tha dasignar lookad at har and raspondad, “Havan't you haard?”

“What?” Natalia blinkad as sha was confusad.

Tha dasignar laanad ovar and whisparad in har aar. “Thay said that tha naxt parson to sat tha thama for our

compatition was Mr. Moora.”

“So?” Natalia turnad to faca to dasignar. Sha could not undarstand thair concarns.

“Of coursa, wa'ra worriad sick! Evaryona knows Mr. Moora was known to coma up with tricky challangas.” Tha

dasignar complainad and lay his uppar body on tha tabla. “Ha always has his uniqua ways whan it comas to

ravaaling tha challangas. It could ba a famous quota and you'd hava to figura tha thama from it. Gosh, it's difficult.”

“You'ra right.” Natalia noddad in agraamant.

My mantor did mantion that Alfrad had a particular styla of drafting challangas in this way. Tha raason bahind his

bahavior was dua to his background. Ha majorad in Archaic Chinasa bafora ha joinad tha fashion industry.

“Spaaking of which, aran't you worriad you might not guass tha thama right?” Tha dasignar askad curiously upon

noticing Natalia's calm axprassion.

Natalie smiled, “Why should I? There's always a solution to a problem. Mr. Moore's specialty is traditional Chinese

style. Hence, the challenge must be related to that style. You'd guess the theme right away as long as you decipher

the meaning of the challenges from the perspective of his style.”

The designer's eyes sparkled in joy. “You are right! Why didn't I think of that? Thank you so much, Ms. Natalie!”

Natalie shook her head and replied, “No problem.”

She lifted her wrist to check the time. There were ten more minutes before the competition officially started.

At this moment, Jasmine, who was nearby, suddenly wheeled out of the conference room. She looked very

suspicious and had her cell phone in hand as if she had something in mind.

Natalie's eyes glimmered when she noticed Jasmine's odd behavior and decided to follow her.

Once they were both away from the conference room, she saw Jasmine heading towards the stairway. Natalie

pursed her lips as she removed her heels and continued tailing Jasmine.

When Natalie reached the entrance of the stairway, she heard Jasmine's voice. “The competition is about to start,

and I would like to confirm with you once again. The quote that your Grandpa mentioned, was that the theme for

today?”

Grandpa?

Natalie narrowed her eyes when she heard those words.

I can't believe it. Jasmine has contacted Isabelle!