CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

All he ever wanted was to lead the Smith Group into achieving greater strides.

Noticing the ambitious gaze in her father's gaze, the corners of Natalie's lips curled into a thin smile. “So you're saying that you want a son to become your successor, right?”

“That's right!” Harrison replied as he rubbed against his walking cane.

Natalie pursed her lips into a thin, hard line. “Mr. Smith, why does it have to be Jared? Why don't you just ask Susan to bear you another son?”

The man was hit by a pang of guilt at the mention of it and cleared his throat. “She's not young enough to bear me a son.”

“Yeah, right” Natalie waved her hands to dismiss her father's notion.

Susan had another child just a little over two years elder than Connor with another man. How is she infertile?

You're the one who's impotent.

At the thought of it, Natalie eyeballed Harrison.

Her father caught onto her stares and thought that his daughter was mocking him. Furious, the man berated at her, “What's with that look on your face?”

Natalie shrugged. “Nothing.”

Then, he handed over his cell phone and egged her on, “Forget it. Give me Jared's number. I'll talk

the intention to take it. “Mr. Smith,

you planning not to?” Harrison glared at

and replied, “You're right. I don't plan on giving it to you, and I won't let Jared become the successor of the Smith family. The Smith family is nothing more than a minor business right now and is even on the verge of bankruptcy. Why would I

he ever wanted was to lead the Smith

Harrison's hand shook from

she continued, “Besides, I vividly remember that seven years ago when Jared suffered his heart attack, you said that he was not your son. Oh, your disdainful manner's clearly etched in my mind. Now that

face, opened the car door, and

hour, Natalie reached downstairs of the Thompson Group building. After parking

call in a heartbeat. His captivating low

designs for the apparel of game characters we collaborated on last time. Do you have the time to take a look at the designs? I can come up right now.” Natalie rolled down her car window

his chair. “Are

“Yes.”

over to his balcony and took a look downstairs over his French windows. Noticing the red Mercedes parked by the sidewalk, his features softened.

Natalie nodded her

back to his office. He called