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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?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat'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?
“Why? Can't I be a costume designer?” Isabelle retorted furiously upon seeing the doubt in Natalie's gaze.
Yet, she couldn't stop guilt from spreading in her heart as she knew she wasn't qualified to be a designer.
She only wanted to be one after being crushed by Natalie a few times so she could defeat Natalie in her own field.
Alas, she wasn't talented at all. After she begged her grandfather, he asked Shane for a favor and got her into the
company.
Alfred told Isabelle to learn from the designers 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 work.
Right now, she had just arrived at work.
“No, no. That 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 job, Ms. Moore. That's a foolish move, I think.”
She flashed a mocking smile in Isabelle's direction.
Isabelle knew 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 crush you in your field.
Hmph!”
“Oh?” Natalie's smile widened. “So can I assume you became a designer to defeat me?”
Isabelle stuck her chin up and replied smugly, “Yep! That's my goal!”
Natalie didn't want to hurt her pride, so she stifled back her laughter and said, “If that's the case, I wish you the
best of luck!”
With that, Natalie stepped past her to enter the elevator.
Isabelle grabbed her arm. “Wait. You didn't say why you are here.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Well—”
“Oh, you don't have to say anything. I got it,” Isabelle interrupted and harrumphed. “You must be thinking of
returning to Thompson Group as you couldn't survive. You're planning to seduce Shane, right?”
Natalie rolled her eyes and ignored Isabelle.
As she said nothing, Isabelle thought it was a silent admission. Her eyes reddened in anger. “I was right. You're here
for Shane.”
“Yes. Satisfied?” Natalie pried her hands off coolly.
Isabelle's face contorted in fury. “Dream on! You have no right to get Shane. That fool Jasmine was engaged to
Shane for five years, but she failed to marry him. Don't you know Shane's married?” she announced, her heart full
of jealousy.
Isabelle thought she would have a chance after Jasmine died.
However, before she could take action, Shane got himself married in a jiffy. She couldn't help but brood over that
fact. If I find out who his wife is, I won't show her any mercy!
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