CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“There was. However, since it was too far away, it could not be seen in the film,” explained Mr. Murphy, his eyes glinting.

Naturally, Natalie could not sense his abnormal reaction through the phone call. Frowning, she continued asking, “It's going to be really obvious if someone pulled her back. How is it possible that it's not captured? Furthermore, if someone actually pulled Jasmine back, she would definitely pause for a while mid-air. However, her fall was very smooth and showed no signs of stopping...”

“Someone edited the video,” interrupted Mr. Murphy.

“Edited the video?” Natalie bit her lips as a look of disbelief crossed her face.

She did not think that the video had been edited. It had been posted onto the Internet just a few minutes after Jasmine jumped off the building. How could someone edit it within a few minutes?

Furthermore, the video was filmed on a passer-by's phone. Although it was possible to edit a video on a phone, it was extremely troublesome and complex. No one in their right mind would do that.

As she deliberated about it, Mr. Murphy spoke again, sounding extremely busy, “Okay, Ms. Smith. I've already told you what I needed to tell you. I've still got some matters to attend to, so I'll hang up now.”

With that, he ended the phone call immediately.

a few more questions, but since the

she had not given up yet. She planned to download the video posted yesterday and get

video, she discovered that it was gone. An error appeared on the website, which meant that it had

too late!” lamented

soon found

was Jasmine's. As long as Jasmine did not fake her death, Natalie would not need to worry that she

was Jasmine's because she was scared that Jasmine would appear and harm

smiled and continued to eat her slice

cleaned the table, applied some make-up, grabbed her bag and left the house.

she noticed when she arrived at

quick response before walking

really passionate, huh? Mr. Shane

serious matters instead. Why are you following me?” Blushing,

teasing her and passed a black and somber-looking invitation card to her. “Here, I received it this morning. Your bas*ard father sent someone to