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.

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

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

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

pupils contracted in fear as she took two steps backward before turning and breaking into a

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

get her. She dared

for help. “Help! Someone's after me!

stare as they heard her calls

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

all the pedestrians turning away from her. Though she could

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

when she came to a halting stop. She hadn't even managed to call the police

run into a dead-end. Faced with a towering wall, she

Sh*t, I've been cornered!

running, huh?” The thugs had caught up to her and were staring at the wall in front of her. Taking in her tense outline, they laughed. “Why don't you keep running? You were running

her phone behind her as she navigated to the call log based on memory. She randomly tapped on one