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?

costume designer?” Isabelle retorted furiously upon

 

heart as she knew she wasn’t qualified to be

wanted to be one after being crushed by Natalie a few times so she could

 

wasn’t talented at all. After she begged her grandfather, he asked Shane for a

and couldn’t even understand anything. Hence, she spent her days playing games and sleeping. She was also often late for

had just arrived

what I meant.” Natalie waved her hands. “Everyone has a choice to choose their jobs. I’m

a mocking

mocking her. Gritting her teeth, she declared, “That’s none of your business! I remembered what you did to me. One

I assume you became a designer to defeat

and replied

so she stifled back her laughter

past her to enter the

You didn’t say why you

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