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 furiously upon seeing the

 

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 defeat

 

at all. After she begged her grandfather, he asked Shane for a favor and got her into the

couldn’t even understand anything. Hence, she spent her days playing games and

had just arrived

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

flashed a mocking smile in Isabelle’s

Natalie was mocking her. Gritting her teeth, she declared, “That’s none of your business! I remembered what you did to me. One day, I shall return everything to you! I’ll make sure to

I assume you became a designer

and

want to hurt her pride, so she stifled back her laughter and said, “If that’s the

past her

her arm. “Wait. You didn’t say

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