CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

The both understood instantly.

“You are going to expose a plagiarist and protect Ms. Daphne's rights and interests. This is the right thing to do. Naturally, we'll support you, so feel free to do it your own way. Let me handle the National Design Association,” Mercede chuckled.

Natalie bit her lip in embarrassment as she thought of something. “Mercede, did you watch the Project Rebirth by the Thompson Group?”

“Yes, I did. Although their level was subpar at best, they're still much better than many well-known designers. You did very well, Nat!” Mercede gave her a thumbs up.

Her praise was what Natalie needed the most. She was so grateful that she started tearing up. “Thank you so much for your praise, Mercede. I will work harder to achieve working with you on the fashion show of the century!”

Natalie gripped her phone tightly. Even when the call had ended, the happiness on her face didn't dim in the least bit.

Joyce slid her a sideways glance. “Do you have to be so happy about a praise?”

“You don't understand. Mercede is a very strict mentor who has never praised nor even smiles at Nat before. The praise was his acknowledgment of Nat. Would you be happy if you're in Nat's place?” Stanley closed the book he was reading and glanced at Joyce.

Joyce stuck out her tongue cutely. “Fine, I am wrong.”

“Alright, both of you. It's getting late, so I'll be leaving with Connor. I still need to pick Sharon up from kindergarten.”

Natalie gently patted Connor's shoulder to wake him up and left the hospital with him.

The day had turned to dusk when she reached her apartment with both kids in tow.

parked her car and walked with each of

hallway after they stepped out of

as to what

brawny men out. She pointed at the boxes and ordered, “Moved all of them inside. Make sure you're careful with

started lifting and moving the

the boxes at

grips and greeted

turned and saw Natalie and her two kids. The former cheerily

made her way to Mrs. Wilson. “Mrs. Wilson, why are

to move everything here. All these boxes are his belongings.” Mrs. Wilson answered as she wiped her hands

laaving with Connor. I still naad to

to waka him up and laft tha

day had turnad to dusk whan sha raachad har apartmant with both kids

with aach of har hands

thair hallway aftar thay stappad

puzzlad as to what

two brawny man out. Sha pointad at tha boxas

Tha man startad lifting and moving

was cataloging tha boxas at

and graatad har softly, “Hi,

and har two kids. Tha formar chaarily graatad, “Hi, Ms.