CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

That's impossible. How could Natalie possibly come into contact with this organization when her world is so pure? Even I only stumbled across it five years ago and got in after expending much effort. Therefore, Shane might not even know about this organization. So, where did she see this logo?

“From a friend, but it was on a badge,” Natalie answered, her gaze evasive.

At once, Sean's expression changed imperceptibly.

From a badge? Only the top brass of the organization has badges, and they speak volumes! I've got one, but I didn't expect her friend to own one as well.

“Don't tell me your friend is...” His expression turned wholly solemn.

Natalie knew what he was trying to ask, so she shook her head. “My friend isn't a member of the organization. She found that badge by coincidence. Her boyfriend's parents were murdered by someone from the organization more than ten years ago, and the mastermind misplaced the badge at the crime scene.”

“I see.” Sean could tell that she wasn't lying, but suddenly, he jerked his chin up. “However, you seem to be keeping something from me!”

Indeed, she didn't lie, but he could tell that there were too many flaws in her narrative.

Things didn't quite connect, so it was abundantly clear that she glossed over a crucial part without telling him about it.

Natalie wasn't surprised that he could tell as she herself was aware of the problem in her account.

hair behind her ears, she admitted placidly, “Indeed, I'm keeping something from you. The truth is, my friend's boyfriend really wants to know who exactly killed his parents. That person has the same totem as you, so I think

impossible.” Sean

her hands into fists. “Why, are you planning to help investigate

want, I can help you.” Sean stared straight at

a deal again. I know there's no free lunch in

derisively, she continued, “I can't afford to pay the price you demand, so

undoubtedly propose that I get together with him or some other unreasonable request. In that case, I might as well not ask him to help. Anyway, I believe that

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shot him

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eyes constricted. “You're going to help me

“Yes.”

her lips worily. “Would you

person whose octions were bound to his own interests, someone who would never help onother if it didn't benefit

didn't believe thot he could possibly

when we fell off the cliff together, it would've been you suffering broken orms ond legs if I hodn't broken

me, huh? Wos it not you who kidnopped me bock then ond forced me to jump off the cliff with you? Why is it thot your version of the