Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“I got it. I’ll be there right away.” Shane hung up the phone expressionlessly.

Natalie lifted her head. “Did something happen to Ms. Graham?”

He nodded.

“Then you better hurry,” she urged.

She stared back blankly, uncertain what his words meant. She nodded slightly.

Shane pressed his lips into a thin line, seemingly displeased as his aura became increasingly heavy. A short while later, he placed his phone back into his pocket and turned around to leave.

Watching his retreating figure, Natalie squeezed her palms and said, “Mr. Shane, treat Ms. Graham well in the future. Don’t break her heart.”

Shane’s footsteps halted and immediately whirled around, intending to ask her what she meant by that, but she had already walked away by then.

He contained the urge to interrogate her and took a gander at his phone. Seeing the contents of the text message, his pupils shrank. He

from the corner of her lips for a brief second before it disappeared as if it never was

leave?” Joyce had just hung up the call when

blandly. She briefly glanced at her cell phone and asked, “How

I sent told me that the studio is indeed jealous of my sales performance, but they have

Jasmine Smith?” Natalie narrowed

head. “It’s not her either. Jasmine has been busy inquiring about the last few themes for the competition so she could look for blueprints to plagiarize. She doesn’t have the time to go against us. It has to

Natalie lowered her eyes, mumbling the two words under her breath. A few seconds later,

urgently. “Nat,

same person who’s tried to kill me twice.” Natalie bit hard

catch her.

not easy to capture her.

should

care of the matters before our eyes. Joyce, you go and re-purchase the fabrics. I’ll contact the