CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

At the sight of the shaking door, Sally moved toward it instinctively and took the broom down. “Try pulling the door again.”

Upon hearing Sally's words, Natalie pulled the door inward. To her relief, she managed to open it effortlessly this round.

The moment she stepped out, Sally, who was holding a broom, came into view. Ah! So I was locked from the outside because of this broom!

“Damn it! Who the hell placed this on the door?” Sally grumbled as she threw the broom on the floor in dismay.

Natalie's face turned grim instantaneously. “No matter who the culprit is, I must get to the bottom of what happened. Sal, do me a favor by bringing this broom out and have it checked if any fingerprints are traceable for identification.”

She had only stepped into the restroom to answer nature's call that suddenly came. If somebody thought of setting her up earlier, it was almost impossible for that particular person to bring forward the plot in the last minutes. Thus, she presumed that the culprit must be someone who happened to be in the restroom before she set foot in it. It just crossed the person's mind that she could lock Natalie up in the toilet. Perhaps, the person intended to hinder her from showing up on time for the competition.

After all, there are only a few minutes to go before the competition starts. If the person intended to lock me up here for a long time, why didn't she snatch my cell phone so I wouldn't be able to call anyone for help?

Hence, Natalie was convinced that the culprit had a last-minute idea to lock her up, causing her to be late. Apart from that, the person seemed to be extremely sure that even if she managed to call someone to unlock the door, she would not be able to make it on time as well. Huh! That somebody is undoubtedly a conceited person!

out if there was anyone

acknowledgment. “Alright, I know what to do. You'd better head for

Natalie thanked her sincerely and dashed toward the competition hall as fast as

heavily, and her forehead was beaded with sweat. The host could not resist furrowing his

he said coldly. His utter

her tummy, which was

other designers threw their glances at her spontaneously. Most of them either gazed at her with a great concern or stared at her indifferently. On top of that, there were even some of them who had

Natalie was observing them and scrutinizing their countenance secretly as well. She hoped to trace the suspect who locked her up

an unavoidable slight change in the person's expression no matter how well she could restrain her frustration. As long as Natalie could spot anyone with that type of suspicious expression, the identification of the culprit would be as clear as

It seems that the culprit is good at

the chair out and

from Natalie, glints of indignation and ferocity flickered in Jessie's

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