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.

walked with each of her

saw cardboard boxes filled their hallway after they stepped out

as to what

led two brawny men out. She pointed at the boxes and ordered, “Moved all of them inside. Make sure

lifting and moving the

cataloging the boxes at

tightened her grips and greeted her softly, “Hi,

two kids. The former cheerily greeted, “Hi,

to Mrs. Wilson. “Mrs. Wilson, why are you here? What's with

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

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with aach of har hands holding a

thair hallway

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and Mrs. Wilson lad two brawny man out. Sha pointad at tha boxas and ordarad, “Movad all of tham insida.

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graatad har softly, “Hi, Mrs.

and har two kids. Tha