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?

costume designer?” Isabelle retorted furiously upon

couldn't stop guilt from spreading in her heart as she knew she

a few times so she could defeat Natalie

she wasn't talented at all. After she begged her grandfather, he

but she wasn't talented at all and couldn't even understand anything. Hence, she spent her days playing games and sleeping. She was also

had just

has a choice to choose their jobs. I'm just

mocking

her. Gritting her teeth, she declared, “That's none of your business! I remembered what you did to me. One day, I shall return everything to you! I'll make sure to crush you

widened. “So can I assume you became a

up and replied

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

Natalie stepped past her to enter the

grabbed her arm. “Wait. You didn't say why

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