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 shoulder as she stepped out of the building. Suddenly, she thought

were coming from. She saw a few unsavory-looking thugs sitting on

Natalie had discovered them. They exchanged glances with each other before standing up and stubbing out their cigarettes. Cracking their fists, they began to approach Natalie

fear as she took two steps backward before

to suddenly make a run for it. Stunned, they stayed rooted

were definitely sent to get her. She dared not turn her head back as she ran

shouted for help. “Help! Someone's after me!

pedestrians stopped curiously to stare as they heard

ferocious-looking thugs who were chasing after her, their sympathy was quickly replaced with fear. Lowering their heads, they pretended not to see a thing as

from her. Though she could empathize with them, the rejection was still

she could only continue shouting for help as she reached into her bag, trying to pull

she came to a halting stop. She hadn't

dead-end. Faced with a towering

Sh*t, I've been cornered!

in front of her. Taking in her tense outline, they laughed. “Why don't you

behind her as she navigated to