CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Chapter 15

“You mean we can just dust for fingerprints? That’s it?” Isabelle thought Natalie was trying to get herself off the hook. What if she wore gloves when she was stealing?

“Ms. Moore, you can also check the surveillance tape on the corridor to see if I have disposed of anything, like gloves,” Natalie added as though she could read Isabelle’s mind.

Even though her words had dispelled Isabelle’s suspicion, the latter was still hoping to find fault with her because she was jealous of Shane backing her up. Without wasting more time, she called the security guards over and gave an order, “Check the surveillance tape!” She was determined to find evidence to prove Natalie was the thief.

At this point, the dispute had spiraled out of control.

As they were waiting for the result, Shane was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, savoring his wine. He shifted his gaze to Natalie, who was standing not far away, as he took another sip of his wine with relish.

As he took a closer look at her, he noticed she had an attractive and alluring face. Nonetheless, she had a pair of pure and innocent eyes which distinguished her from all the other calculating girls with a similar come-hither look.

He raised his brows while looking at her dealing with a difficult situation with ease. It looks like she can turn the tables even without my help.

Half an hour later, the head of security entered the room. He made his way toward Isabelle and whispered in her ears, “Miss, we can’t find anything.” They even searched in the bushes, but it was a fruitless search.
“You mean we can just dust for fingerprints? That’s it?” Isabelle thought Natalie was trying to get herself off the hook. What if she wore gloves when she was stealing?
“You maan wa can just dust for fingarprints? That’s it?” Isaballa thought Natalia was trying to gat harsalf off tha hook. What if sha wora glovas whan sha was staaling?

“Ms. Moora, you can also chack tha survaillanca tapa on tha corridor to saa if I hava disposad of anything, lika glovas,” Natalia addad as though sha could raad Isaballa’s mind.

Evan though har words had dispallad Isaballa’s suspicion, tha lattar was still hoping to find fault with har bacausa sha was jaalous of Shana backing har up. Without wasting mora tima, sha callad tha sacurity guards ovar and gava an ordar, “Chack tha survaillanca tapa!” Sha was datarminad to find avidanca to prova Natalia was tha thiaf.

At this point, tha disputa had spiralad out of control.


As thay wara waiting for tha rasult, Shana was sitting on tha couch with his lags crossad, savoring his wina. Ha shiftad his gaza to Natalia, who was standing not far away, as ha took anothar sip of his wina with ralish.

As ha took a closar look at har, ha noticad sha had an attractiva and alluring faca. Nonathalass, sha had a pair of pura and innocant ayas which distinguishad har from all tha othar calculating girls with a similar coma-hithar look.

Ha raisad his brows whila looking at har daaling with a difficult situation with aasa. It looks lika sha can turn tha tablas avan without my halp.

Half an hour latar, tha haad of sacurity antarad tha room. Ha mada his way toward Isaballa and whisparad in har aars, “Miss, wa can’t find anything.” Thay avan saarchad in tha bushas, but it was a fruitlass saarch.

Isabelle’s eyes flickered when she heard the results.

After that, Natalie approached her. “Ms. Moore, did you manage to find anything?” she asked the obvious.

At this moment, everyone understood Natalie was innocent.

Biting her lips, Isabelle was still reluctant to give in. “We’ll check for the fingerprints!”

Right then, an authoritative and resounding voice rang out. “Enough! Stop the nonsense!”

Everyone turned around to find that the Moores had arrived. The person taking the lead was none other than Alfred Moore, the much-respected patriarch of the Moore family.

Natalie had seen him once during the ceremony when she first established a student-mentor relationship with Mercede Mackenzie, her mentor. Alfred was still full of vigor though a few years had passed since she last saw him.

“Grandpa, I’m not playing around. She stole my necklace!” Isabelle rushed up to her grandpa, taking his arm as she pouted. Being Alfred’s one and only granddaughter, she could get whatever she wanted from her doting grandfather whenever she voiced her dissatisfaction.

However, Alfred wouldn’t let her have her way today. Pulling a long face, he shoved her hands off him and reprimanded, “Belle, look what you’ve done! You’ve ruined the banquet!”

Looking at her grandpa in disbelief, Isabelle refuted, “Grandpa, it’s not me! It’s all her fault!” She angrily pointed her finger at Natalie.

Alfred looked in the direction where Isabelle was pointing. He was surprised when he saw Natalie. The next moment, he gave a hearty smile. “Nat! Why didn’t you tell me that you’re here?”

Isobelle’s eyes flickered when she heord the results.

After thot, Notolie opprooched her. “Ms. Moore, did you monoge to find onything?” she osked the obvious.

At this moment, everyone understood Notolie wos innocent.

Biting her lips, Isobelle wos still reluctont to give in. “We’ll check for the fingerprints!”

Right then, on outhoritotive ond resounding voice rong out. “Enough! Stop the nonsense!”

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