CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Isabelle froze in the middle of rubbing her arms. A look of panic and guilt took over her face as she tried to avoid Natalie’s eyes. “What sort of nonsense is that? You think I bumped into you on purpose?”

She said that very loudly, as though she wanted to prove her innocence to the people around her.

However, Natalie could tell that she was just being stubborn. Laughing coldly, she said, “Ms. Moore, you know perfectly well whether I’m spouting rubbish or not. Since this is your grandfather’s retirement party, I won’t start a fight with you here. However, if you think I’m going to do as you say and kneel down to clean this mess up, you can dream on!”

With that, Natalie turned to leave.

Isabelle was so furious that she stamped her feet. “Stop right there! This is the Moore family’s residence and my territory! Who allowed you to leave? You’d better do exactly as I say and clean this up, or else...”

A cold, indifferent male voice rang out from behind her. “Or else what?” Natalie couldn’t help but shiver at the voice. She turned around instantly.

When she saw the expressionless face of Shane, Isabelle froze with fright. Her face turned white as a sheet as she greeted him. “Mr—Mr. Shane!”

Natalie was quite surprised to find him here too. However, she wiped the shocked expression off her face immediately and nodded at him by way of greeting. She then turned and looked away.

Noticing how coldly she was still behaving towards him, Shane couldn’t help but purse his lips in unhappiness. He turned his gaze to Isabelle and said, “Were you just telling her to kneel on the floor and clean up the mess? You sounded very confident when you said it, so I was just wondering if you had some experience in it. Why don’t you get down on the floor now and show her how it should be done?”

this, the

but let out a

went completely scarlet,

who came hurrying along with his walking cane to see what was going on. He pushed past the crowd

Natalie let out a sigh of relief

nodded at him, too. “Good evening, Mr.

Moore looked pleasantly at them and welcomed

to him, Isabelle stamped her feet indignantly again. Grabbing hold of her grandfather’s arm, she whined, “Grandpa,

straight at Natalie

Natalie raised an eyebrow.

Isabelle would bring this matter up by herself

you say?” Mr. Moore asked, patting her on her head. He looked

fall down. Mr. Shane then

asked in shock. “Is

“Yes, it is...”