CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Chapter 15

“You mean we can just dust for fingerprints? That’s it?” Isabelle thought Natalie was trying to get herself off the hook. What if she wore gloves when she was stealing?

“Ms. Moore, you can also check the surveillance tape on the corridor to see if I have disposed of anything, like gloves,” Natalie added as though she could read Isabelle’s mind.

Even though her words had dispelled Isabelle’s suspicion, the latter was still hoping to find fault with her because she was jealous of Shane backing her up. Without wasting more time, she called the security guards over and gave an order, “Check the surveillance tape!” She was determined to find evidence to prove Natalie was the thief.

At this point, the dispute had spiraled out of control.

As they were waiting for the result, Shane was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, savoring his wine. He shifted his gaze to Natalie, who was standing not far away, as he took another sip of his wine with relish.

As he took a closer look at her, he noticed she had an attractive and alluring face. Nonetheless, she had a pair of pure and innocent eyes which distinguished her from all the other calculating girls with a similar come-hither look.

He raised his brows while looking at her dealing with a difficult situation with ease. It looks like she can turn the tables even without my help.

Half an hour later, the head of security entered the room. He made his way toward Isabelle and whispered in her ears, “Miss, we can’t find anything.” They even searched in the bushes, but it was a fruitless search.

thought Natalie was trying to get herself off the hook. What

flickered when she heard the

her. “Ms. Moore, did you manage to find anything?” she asked the

everyone understood Natalie

her lips, Isabelle was still reluctant to give in. “We’ll

authoritative and resounding voice rang out. “Enough!

arrived. The person taking the lead was none other than Alfred Moore, the much-respected patriarch of the Moore

Mercede Mackenzie, her mentor. Alfred was still full of vigor though a few years had passed since she last saw

stole my necklace!” Isabelle rushed up to her grandpa, taking his arm as she pouted. Being Alfred’s one and only granddaughter, she could get whatever she wanted from her doting grandfather whenever she voiced

her way today. Pulling a long face, he shoved her hands off him and reprimanded, “Belle, look what you’ve done! You’ve

not me! It’s all her fault!” She

direction where Isabelle was pointing. He was surprised when he saw Natalie. The next moment, he gave a hearty smile. “Nat!

saw Alfred walking toward Natalie and even calling her