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?

designer?” Isabelle retorted furiously

couldn't stop guilt from spreading in her heart

wanted to be one after being crushed by Natalie a few times so she could defeat Natalie in her

talented at all. After she begged her grandfather, he asked

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

now, she had

That wasn't 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,

a mocking

did to me. One day, I shall return everything to you! I'll make sure to crush you in your field.

I assume

her chin up and replied smugly, “Yep!

she stifled back her laughter and said, “If that's the case, I wish

past her

her arm. “Wait. You didn't say why

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