It was Isabelle Moore, Alfred Moore’s granddaughter.

Isabelle was clearly surprised to see Natalie here, too. Her surprise quickly turned to fury. “It’s you?”

Natalie smiled and nodded. “Yes, it’s me. Long time no see. Are you an employee here, Ms. Moore?”

She glanced at Isabelle’s staff ID on her neck and arched a brow.

Why is Isabelle from the Moore family working in Thompson Group? This is strange.

“That’s right!” Isabelle’s chest puffed up proudly. “You’re not exactly right, though. I’m not just any employee. I’m a designer at the design department.”

Oh. That’s why she came out of this elevator.

“Designer?” Natalie’s eyes widened incredulously. She gave Isabelle the once-over and asked, “Are you a costume designer?”

That’s impossible! Alfred wants his granddaughter to become a designer, but she isn’t talented at all. Her drawings are practically kids’ scribblings. How did she qualify to be a designer?

Isabelle retorted

 

in her heart as she knew she

crushed by Natalie a few times so she could defeat Natalie

 

After she begged her grandfather, he asked Shane for a

here, but she wasn’t talented at all and couldn’t even understand anything. Hence, she spent her days playing games and sleeping. She was also often late for

had just

wasn’t what I meant.” Natalie waved her hands. “Everyone has a choice to choose their jobs. I’m just curious

flashed a mocking smile in

remembered what you did to me. One day, I shall return everything

I assume you

her chin up and replied smugly, “Yep! That’s

so she stifled back her laughter and

that, Natalie stepped past her to enter

grabbed her arm. “Wait. You

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