CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

The person who caught her was none other than her partner and jewelry designer, Annette Jenning.

“It's me,” said Annette, putting down her hands.

Lacey Jones, the designer who had wanted to lay a finger on Natalie's and Lina's stuff, snorted. “What's the matter? Are you going to report me?”

Smiling, Annette replied, “It looks like you admit to it. Don't worry. I'm not going to report you. We're partners, after all. If I report you and you end up getting kicked out of the competition, I'll lose my partner and won't be able to continue competing anyway. It won't do me any good to report you.”

“That what do you want?” Lacey pursed her lips.

She had already known that Annette would not report her, so she had breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Annette who had caught her.

“I don't want anything. I'm just hoping that you'll include me in your plans,” said Annette.

Lacey was shocked. “You've lost it. Have you thought about the consequences? If I do it on my own and get caught, you'll get off scot-free. At most, you won't be allowed to compete. But if we're both caught, you'll—”

haven't lost it. I just want to stop Lina from advancing any further in this competition,” Annette interrupted with a flash of hatred in her

Annette curiously. “Do you

through clenched teeth, “That wretched woman stole a large part of my resources in a previous jewelry competition. The suppliers had approached me first.

empathize with Annette. “That does warrant

the same way if

that's only one of the reasons why I hate her. The main reason is that she's an uncouth woman who doesn't have the necessary understanding and respect for jewelry design. She should be content with getting into the finals. How dare she even think of winning? She should know her place and not try to get her grubby hands on

same page. That's what I think too! Natalie has no right to come here to gain fame and glory,

idiot for trying to do it all on her own. She's just presenting

in the eye and held out her hand.

and blocked it from view while the other knelt behind the chair and got

Sally sat on a couch in the room next door. All three of them were

conversation, as well as their every action, was