It was Isabelle Moore, Alfred Moore's granddaughter.

Isabelle was clearly surprised to see Natalie here, too. Her surprise quickly turned to fury. “It's you?”

Natalie smiled and nodded. “Yes, it's me. Long time no see. Are you an employee here, Ms. Moore?”

She glanced at Isabelle's staff ID on her neck and arched a brow.

Why is Isabelle from the Moore family working in Thompson Group? This is strange.

“That's right!” Isabelle's chest puffed up proudly. “You're not exactly right, though. I'm not just any employee. I'm a designer at the design department.”

Oh. That's why she came out of this elevator.

“Designer?” Natalie's eyes widened incredulously. She gave Isabelle the once-over and asked, “Are you a costume designer?”

That's impossible! Alfred wants his granddaughter to become a designer, but she isn't talented at all. Her drawings are practically kids' scribblings. How did she qualify to be a designer?

retorted furiously upon seeing the doubt in

in her heart as she knew she wasn't qualified to be

Natalie a few times so she could defeat Natalie in her own

all. After she begged her grandfather, he asked Shane

told Isabelle to learn from the designers here, but she wasn't talented at all and couldn't even understand anything. Hence,

she had just

what I meant.” Natalie waved her hands. “Everyone has a choice to choose their jobs. I'm just curious as to why you chose this job, Ms. Moore. That's a foolish move, I

a mocking smile

“That's none of your business! I remembered what you did to me.

can I assume

up and

didn't want to hurt her pride, so she stifled back her laughter and said, “If that's the case, I

stepped past her to enter

arm. “Wait. You didn't say why you

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