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 her hands holding a

trio saw cardboard boxes filled their hallway after they stepped out of

were puzzled as to

out. She pointed at

started lifting

Wilson was cataloging the boxes

greeted

and her two kids. The former

her way to Mrs.

explain. The villa is going to undergo a renovation, so Mr. Shane asked me to move everything here. All these boxes are his belongings.” Mrs.

It's gatting lata, so I'll ba laaving with Connor. I still naad to pick Sharon up

waka him

whan sha raachad har

car and walkad with

cardboard boxas fillad thair hallway aftar thay stappad out

as to what

two brawny man out. Sha pointad at tha boxas and ordarad, “Movad all of tham insida. Maka sura you'ra caraful with

Tha man startad lifting and moving tha

Wilson was cataloging tha boxas

grips and graatad

and har two kids. Tha formar chaarily graatad,