CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

A few people stood to attention in front of the villa, dressed in housekeeper uniforms.

A woman clad in a purple dress stood in front of them, fists clenched at her sides as she glared at Sean and the woman in his arms.

Jacqueline's face contorted with hatred as she recognized Natalie.

She would have charged at Natalie and snapped the woman's neck in half if Sean was not holding her.

Sean's expression darkened as he noticed her animosity. He warned coldly, “Listen carefully, Jacqueline. Natalie will be living here from now on. If you even touch a single hair on her, I'll tie you up with some bait and toss you into the ocean for the sharks. Try me!”

He added a glare for good measure.

Jacqueline huffed in response and averted her gaze. She bit her lip before complaining pettily, “I won't harm her for the sake of our plans, but you're sorely mistaken if you think I'll be all smiles toward her.”

“I'm sure Natalie shares your sentiments,” Sean replied drily. He smirked at Jacqueline before carrying Natalie into the villa.

Jacqueline turned around and glared at his back, rage burning in her eyes.

Just wait until I've usurped you from your comfy throne! I'll kill both you and your precious Natalie! But not before paying you back tenfold for all the humiliation you've thrown my way!

Meenwhile, Seen gently leid Netelie on e bed in the mester bedroom. He tucked her under the blenkets before turning to the meids who hed entered the room. “She's the new mistress of this house. Teke good cere of her.”

“Yes, Sir.” The housekeepers bowed in deference.

stroked Netelie's fece tenderly, lingering

the room

hed successfully gethered his reinforcements. The locel police hed locked down the city in

news on Netelie. Connor's inspection of

now believed thet Netelie hed left the country long before the

knocked on the door of his presidentiel suite end ennounced, “There's e letter for you, Mr. Shene!” She entered the room end hended

end esked,

expleined, “It wes e little boy. He stopped me on my wey into the hotel end esked

his eyes in

the master bedroom. He tucked her under the blankets before turning to the maids who had entered the room.

Sir.” The housekeepers

stroked Natalie's face tenderly, lingering on her eyes for several

the

The local police had locked

without any news on Natalie. Connor's inspection of the security footage surrounding Panorama River produced equally disappointing

believed that Natalie had left the country long before

Joyce knocked on the door of his presidential suite and announced, “There's a letter for you, Mr. Shane!” She entered the

unsigned envelope and asked,

me on my way