CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“Let me look for it now,” Joyce said. She'd practically pressed her ear against Natalie's cell phone to listen. Upon hearing what the detective had said, she immediately bolted over to Natalie's computer to search for the news online.

Natalie joined her. Watching as Joyce scoured the internet, she queried, “How is Jasmine now?”

“I don't know. I didn't go over to check on her. But from the solemn look on the policemen and paramedic's faces, it's likely that...”

The detective trailed off, leaving Natalie to draw her own conclusions.

Natalie's hand curled up into a fist.

Jasmine's room was on the twelfth floor. The average distance between each floor was a little less than ten feet. Twelve floors was a whole 120 feet from the ground.

Could anyone survive falling from that height?

“Got it!” Joyce cried. She'd found information about Jasmine's suicide.

Natalie watched the video that played on the screen. The footage was extremely shaky and blurred. A passerby had probably captured it on his cell phone.

In the video, a disheveled-looking woman in a patient's gown was sitting on the window ledge, facing inward. The next second, she had tumbled out and hurtled downward.

the ground a few seconds later. Her body violently convulsed twice, then lay still. A crimson pool gradually seeped out from

covered her eyes with her hands and

petrified. Her face had grown visibly pale. With a

Jasmine?” Joyce lowered her hands

“I

was really Jasmine? So she has really committed suicide!” Joyce gulped. It

surreal it all felt. However, she could not refute the evidence that she had just seen. It had happened regardless of whether Natalie was willing

the phone to her ear and

on, Ms. Smith. Let me take a closer look,” the detective replied and walked

feet forward when a car

off the car and strode towards the police cordon on

detective in his tracks. It was enough proof

is

time before she managed to croak out

put her cell phone down on

her, distraught. “Is she