CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“Yours?” Shane narrowed his eyes at Stanley's deranged look and his lips curled into a sneer. “If she was truly yours, did you have to hypnotize her into thinking that you were me? Who gave you the right to claim that she's yours?”

Stanley lowered his head after listening to him, his thoughts unbeknownst to anyone but himself.

However, after some time, the man lifted his head and wore a spine-chilling smile as he cackled, his shoulders bobbing up and down from the motion. “Yes, it's all because of you. Your appearance has influenced Nat. If it weren't for you, Nat would have been mine sooner or later. So, Shane Thompson, I just need you to disappear!”

Stanley reached into his pocket and fished out a small scalpel that shone with a cold glint.

Shane's iris constricted at the sight of the scalpel and he instinctively pushed Natalie further away from himself.

“Shane Thompson, go to hell! When you're good as dead, I will erase her memories, and Nat will not have a clue of who you are, and you won't be able to influence her anymore!”

Stanley broke into a cackle right after and aimed for Shane's heart.

“You're crazy!” Shane's face sank as he retracted a step back, just in time to dodge the scalpel.

Stanley adjusted

that Stanley's manic episode would accidentally hurt Natalie. Hence, he dodged the man carefully. After putting some

a few steps as he slumped to the ground, knees first. The man

hands fell to the ground with a clang, its sharp edge ruby with

flinched in pain. He held his left

threw the punch at the man

open his sleeve like it was cutting tofu,

his fingers, and dripped onto the floor, staining the floor mat

Shane seemed to pay no heed to his pain as he

she was alright. He took out his phone and dialed Silas's number,

brought a doctor over

when he entered and was

pursed his thin lips into a

over to Stanley