CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Natalie nodded and took a small bite of her pancake.

Shane's expression softened as he watched her eat. He took another pancake for himself.

After breakfast, Natalie secured the kids' school bags before pushing them towards Shane. “Mr. Shane, thank you for your help again today.”

“Not a problem. We'll get going then.” Shane pulled the kids with him out the door.

Natalie followed them to the elevator.

Shane suddenly halted before the elevators as if he recalled something. He turned his head slightly and said, “Today is the trial hearing for Jasmine's plagiarism case. Harrison is definitely going to be there so you need to be careful. I'm worried he's going to take his anger out on you when the verdict is announced; just like Susan did last time.”

Natalie's heart warmed at his advice. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she replied, “Don't worry, Mr. Shane. I'll be careful.”

Seeing that she'd taken his words to heart, Shane nodded and led the kids into the elevator.

Natalie didn't linger after they left. She headed back to her apartment and busied herself with work.

At twelve, she set down her shears and cooked herself a bowl of spaghetti for lunch. She quickly changed and left for the courthouse.

her bag across her shoulder as she stepped out of the

to pinpoint where the stares were coming from. She saw a few unsavory-looking thugs sitting

glances with each other before standing up and stubbing out their cigarettes. Cracking

in fear as she took

make a run for it. Stunned, they stayed rooted for a moment before chasing after her. “Quick! Don't let her get

the thugs were definitely sent to get

help. “Help! Someone's after me!

pedestrians stopped curiously to stare as they heard

who were chasing after her, their sympathy was quickly replaced with fear. Lowering their heads, they pretended not to

saw all the pedestrians turning away from her. Though she could empathize with them, the rejection was still a bitter

the pedestrians to help her, she could only continue shouting for help as she reached into her bag, trying to pull out her phone to call the

she came to a halting stop. She hadn't even managed to

into a dead-end. Faced with a towering wall, she couldn't get around

Sh*t, I've been cornered!

the wall in front of her. Taking in her tense outline, they laughed. “Why don't you keep running? You were running

turned around to face them, her face pale with fear. She hid her phone behind her as she navigated to the call log based on memory. She randomly tapped on one of the numbers and dialed