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?

be a costume designer?” Isabelle retorted furiously

from spreading in her heart as she knew she wasn't qualified

after being crushed by Natalie a few times so she could defeat Natalie in her

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

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 often late

she had

I meant.” Natalie waved her hands. “Everyone has a choice to choose their jobs. I'm just

mocking smile in

your business! I remembered what you did to me. One day, I shall

I assume

up and replied smugly, “Yep!

to hurt her pride, so she stifled back her laughter and said, “If that's the case, I

Natalie stepped past her to enter

her arm. “Wait. You didn't

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