CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Mr. Blackwood pouted. “What do you mean, ‘choose’? Do you think you’re picking cabbages at the supermarket? I can’t just produce one of my pieces when you ask me to!”

Shane’s lips curved into a smile. “I heard from my sources that you still have a Blossoming Prosperity teacup that you haven’t sold yet.”

Mr. Blackwood’s face twitched. “Who—who did you hear that from?”

Shane turned around to look at him. “Oh, does it really matter? Come on, hand it over. I have some land in the capital that I can rent out to you for peanuts. You can build your kiln there.”

Mr. Blackwood looked as though he was about to protest. His mouth opened uncertainly before he clamped it shut and sighed. “I’ve lost to you again! Alright, then, I’ll go and get it for you! Jeez.”

Mr. Blackwood stuck his hands behind him and tottered into the storage room.

That night, Natalie showed up at the Moore Residence with the teacup in hand. After asking one of their servants, she was informed that Mr. Moore was in his study. She decided to make her way there herself.

However, just as she had taken two steps, a woman dashed out from the crowd and ran right into her, bumping so heavily into Natalie that she stumbled a little.

there was a throbbing pain in her shoulder

Natalie, she stumbled backward pathetically before falling onto the ground on her bottom. The glass of red

didn’t bother to see who it was. Seeing that they had bumped heavily into each other, she quickly bowed to the woman and

face. She struggled

woman hadn’t replied to her, Natalie thought she was in so much pain that she could barely speak. She looked up at her in

never expected to see the

eyes trembled a little. Natalie reached out to grab the woman’s hand instinctively and took a curious look at the woman’s face. When she

had

tried to shake her hand free, but Natalie’s grip was simply too strong. Instead, the woman hollered, “Let

refused to obey her order. Looking up at Isabelle, she said,

never agree to that. Laughing coldly, she replied, “How dare you knock me onto the floor and make a fool of

apologies, Ms. Moore, but I can’t let go of you then. Although I was wrong for knocking you over, I’ve already apologized. Shall we just let this matter

I never accepted your

“Well, how do you want to settle