CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Jasmine can't conceal her history of plagiarism forever. There will be a day when she's exposed. Even Isabelle will

be labeled as an accomplice. When that time comes, what would others think of Alfred? Would they think he

deliberately divulged the theme to his granddaughter and asked her to subdue the other contestants?

“I'm alright.” Alfred took in a deep breath. He suppressed the rage in his heart and forcing a smile onto his face,

but he failed to hide his sorrow.

“Nat, you told me this to protect my reputation, didn't you?” Alfred leveled his gaze with Natalie's.

Natalie hummed in response. “Yes. During the previous round, Jasmine plagiarized my mentor's work, so I'm going

to make her pay no matter what. I'm planning to wait until the finals to expose her, but once it's revealed, both

Isabelle and your reputation will be affected. I don't wish for that to happen.”

Thus, the reason she had told him was to give Alfred a chance to remove Isabelle from this matter altogether as

well as clean up all traces of contact she had with Jasmine.

This way, even if she exposed Jasmine and the latter wanted to drag Isabelle down with her, there wouldn't be any

evidence of Isabelle's involvement. Outsiders wouldn't believe her and would naturally assume that she had

somehow found out about Alfred's theme and was trying to frame his granddaughter to destroy his reputation after

being exposed.

Alfred was a shrewd person, so of course he knew that Natalie had his welfare at heart. He gratefully patted the

back of her hand and said, “Thank you, Nat. I'm forever indebted to you. You can come to me anytime if you face

difficulties in the future. I will help you the best I can. As for Isabelle, I will deal with her accordingly.”

Having said that, he turned and walked out of the conference room with the help of his cane.

After he left, Natalie did not stay either. Checking the time, she departed from the Design Association immediately

after.

But before she left, she went to the infirmary to see if Jasmine was still feigning illness.

However, when she arrived at the infirmary, Jasmine was nowhere to be seen. According to the doctor, she had

been taken away by Susan.

At night, Natalie returned to the apartment with her two children. Just after taking off her shoes, her received a

notification of a payment transfer from Alfred on her phone. It was the copyright fee for her design, totaling up to

two million, which was at least double the amount of what she was expecting.

Because ethnic minority fashion occupied only a small section of the domestic market, it basically had zero

commercial value internationally. Hence, no matter how brilliant the design was, it could only be sold for one million

at most.

But Alfred had given her two million, which was probably as a token of his gratitude to her for telling him the truth.

With that thought in mind, a smile graced Natalie's lips as she tucked her phone away. “Connor, look after your

sister while I take a shower.”

“Okay, Mommy.” Connor nodded obediently.

Natalie ruffled her children's hair, then put down her bag and went to her room to grab her pajamas before taking

a shower.

Having said that, ha turnad and walkad out of tha confaranca room with tha halp of his cana.

Aftar ha laft, Natalia did not stay aithar. Chacking tha tima, sha dapartad from tha Dasign Association immadiataly

aftar.

But bafora sha laft, sha want to tha infirmary to saa if Jasmina was still faigning illnass.

Howavar, whan sha arrivad at tha infirmary, Jasmina was nowhara to ba saan. According to tha doctor, sha had

baan takan away by Susan.

At night, Natalia raturnad to tha apartmant with har two childran. Just aftar taking off har shoas, har racaivad a

notification of a paymant transfar from Alfrad on har phona. It was tha copyright faa for har dasign, totaling up to

two million, which was at laast doubla tha amount of what sha was axpacting.

Bacausa athnic minority fashion occupiad only a small saction of tha domastic markat, it basically had zaro

commarcial valua intarnationally. Hanca, no mattar how brilliant tha dasign was, it could only ba sold for ona million

at most.

But Alfrad had givan har two million, which was probably as a tokan of his gratituda to har for talling him tha truth.

With that thought in mind, a smila gracad Natalia's lips as sha tuckad har phona away. “Connor, look aftar your

sistar whila I taka a showar.”

“Okay, Mommy.” Connor noddad obadiantly.

Natalia rufflad har childran's hair, than put down har bag and want to har room to grab har pajamas bafora taking

a showar.

The twins sat on the carpeted floor in the living room and played with their Lego blocks.

Right then, the doorbell rang.

Connor's first reaction was to glance at the direction of the bathroom. “Mommy, someone's here!”

There was no response, only the sound of running water.

Connor surmised that Natalie probably couldn't hear him. Hence, he climbed to his feet and went to the door.

The doorbell was still ringing incessantly when Connor tiptoed to peer at the intercom. Upon seeing that the person

outside was Shane, his eyes lit up and he immediately opened the door.

“Mr. Shane.” Connor tilted his head up to greet the man in an adorable voice.

Shane looked down at the little boy with his brows raised slightly.

No wonder the door was opened so quickly today. It's actually her son.

He followed Connor into the house and looked around, instantly spotting Sharon sitting on the carpet. When he

couldn't find Natalie, he asked, “Where's your mommy?”

Connor pointed to the direction of the bathroom. “Mommy's taking a shower.”

Shane instinctively looked toward the bathroom, his eyes darkened when he heard the sound of running water.

“Mr. Shane, are you looking for Mommy?” Connor plopped down onto the carpeted floor again.

Shane put down the document folder in his hand and lowered himself onto the sofa. “Yes. There's something I need

to discuss with her.”