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.

to ask him a few more questions, but since the

the video posted

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

a step too late!” lamented Natalie

she soon

Jasmine's. As long as Jasmine did not fake her death, Natalie would not need

she was scared that Jasmine would appear and harm

about that, she smiled and continued

her bag and left the house. She

arrived at the studio was Joyce's teasing grin. “Oh, you're

a quick response before walking

arrived so late. Looks like last night must've been really passionate, huh? Mr. Shane is so impressive.

serious matters instead. Why are you following me?” Blushing, Natalie interrupted her in embarrassment and

and passed a black and somber-looking invitation card to her. “Here, I received it this morning. Your