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?

Isabelle retorted

her heart as she knew she wasn't qualified to

be one after being crushed by Natalie a few times so

her grandfather, he

all and couldn't even understand anything. Hence, she spent her days playing games and sleeping.

she had just arrived at

choose their jobs. I'm just curious as to why

mocking smile in

did to me. One day, I shall return everything to

“So can I assume you became a designer to defeat

chin up and replied smugly, “Yep! That's

her laughter and said, “If that's the case, I wish you the best

Natalie stepped past her to enter the

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

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