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Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 169
When Natalie was done, she hugged Shane.
At the same time, the audience all stood up, and applause rang through Fashion Hall.
After a while, Natalie let go of Shane and wiped her tears of joy with the back of her hand.
Shane frowned upon seeing that, so he handed her a handkerchief. “Here, use this.”
“Okay.” Natalie put her hand down and took the handkerchief.
After the applause subsided, the two went backstage side by side.
Shane looked sideways at Natalie. “Come with me.”
From the man’s cold eyes, Natalie could tell where they were going, so she nodded and followed him to
the lounge.
When Silas saw the two, he greeted them and opened the door.
Inside the lounge, Jasmine got worried when she saw the three of them, but she forced a smile and
pretended to be calm. “You’re finally here, Shane! Silas is keeping me here against my will.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I asked him to,” responded Shane.
Jasmine’s face hardened at the response. When she saw Natalie behind the man, she clenched her fists
because she immediately realized what was going on. “You think I was responsible for the outfits too,
don’t you?”
Shane kept his silence.
“Admit it, Ms. Jasmine!” Natalie lifted her head to stare at her stepsister.
Jasmine sneered, “Why the heck would I admit to something I didn’t do? The outfits were fine, weren’t
they? So stop accusing me!”
“That’s only because I have backups. I knew you’d be up to no good.” Natalie lifted the corner of her lips.
“Backups?” Jasmine squinted at her stepsister.
Natalie nodded. “That’s right. I knew from the start that you’d try to ruin the show, but I didn’t know how
you’d do it, so I prepared a lot of backups, including the outfits, jewelry, and even the shoes.”
Shane’s eyes widened because he thought it was just the outfits.
She even prepared backups for the shoes and jewelry too?
Silas was just as shocked. “No wonder the finance department said that Ms. Natalie used twice the
budget for Project Rebirth.”
Natalie smiled embarrassedly, “Sorry that I made the decision without telling you, Mr. Shane. “
Shane shook his head, for he was impressed by Natalie’s foresight. “You did very well. The show today
would’ve ruined had you not done that.”
“That’s true.” Natalie pursed her lips abashedly.
She was glad that she prepared the backups too.
It was then Jasmine finally realized why the models presented outfits that were perfectly fine.
So that’s what happened!
Natalie smirked at her stepsister. “Are you surprised, Ms. Jasmine?”
Jasmine snorted in disdain. “Not really. It’s unexpected though, but I don’t know why you’re telling me all
this. As I said, I didn’t do it.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Really?” Shane stared at the woman with his pitch-black eyes.
Jasmine’s eyes flickered before she nodded. “I swear! It’s not me.”
“What do you have to say about this man then?” Shane clapped, and a bodyguard brought a man into
the room.
Jasmine panicked for a while when she saw the man but quickly calmed herself down.
“It seems like you know him.” Shane snickered.
Jasmine looked as if she was ready to bet it all when she took a deep breath. “That’s right. I do know
him.”
Natalie raised a brow at her stepsister’s reaction.
Well, that was fast!
“Then tell me. Who is he?” Shane pushed the man towards Jasmine.
Before Jasmine could speak, Natalie clapped her hands after staring at the man. “I remember you!
You’re the staff member who told me that Jasmine was looking for me yesterday!”
“I’m sorry. I only did it because she promised me five hundred thousand if I get her a copy of the dressing
room’s key and stick photos on the surveillance cameras,” confessed the man guiltily with his head
down.
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