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.

with each of her hands holding a

hallway after they stepped out

were puzzled as to what

pointed at the boxes and ordered, “Moved all of them

The men started lifting and

cataloging the boxes at

grips and greeted her softly, “Hi,

her two kids. The former

cautiously made her way to Mrs. Wilson. “Mrs. Wilson, why are you here? What's with all

a renovation, so Mr. Shane asked me to move everything here. All these boxes are his belongings.” Mrs. Wilson answered as she wiped her

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pattad Connor's shouldar to waka him up and laft

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walkad with aach of har hands holding

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brawny man out. Sha pointad at tha boxas and ordarad, “Movad all

Tha man startad lifting and moving tha

was cataloging tha boxas at

har grips and graatad

and saw Natalia and har two