CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

At the sight of the shaking door, Sally moved toward it instinctively and took the broom down. “Try pulling the door

again.”

Upon hearing Sally's words, Natalie pulled the door inward. To her relief, she managed to open it effortlessly this

round.

The moment she stepped out, Sally, who was holding a broom, came into view. Ah! So I was locked from the

outside because of this broom!

“Damn it! Who the hell placed this on the door?” Sally grumbled as she threw the broom on the floor in dismay.

Natalie's face turned grim instantaneously. “No matter who the culprit is, I must get to the bottom of what

happened. Sal, do me a favor by bringing this broom out and have it checked if any fingerprints are traceable for

identification.”

She had only stepped into the restroom to answer nature's call that suddenly came. If somebody thought of setting

her up earlier, it was almost impossible for that particular person to bring forward the plot in the last minutes. Thus,

she presumed that the culprit must be someone who happened to be in the restroom before she set foot in it. It

just crossed the person's mind that she could lock Natalie up in the toilet. Perhaps, the person intended to hinder

her from showing up on time for the competition.

After all, there are only a few minutes to go before the competition starts. If the person intended to lock me up

here for a long time, why didn't she snatch my cell phone so I wouldn't be able to call anyone for help?

Hence, Natalie was convinced that the culprit had a last-minute idea to lock her up, causing her to be late. Apart

from that, the person seemed to be extremely sure that even if she managed to call someone to unlock the door,

she would not be able to make it on time as well. Huh! That somebody is undoubtedly a conceited person!

“Sal, if possible, have a look at the security footage as well. Try to find out if there was anyone who entered the

washroom only left after I stepped in,” Natalie told Sally.

The latter nodded in acknowledgment. “Alright, I know what to do. You'd better head for the competition hall now.”

“Thanks, Sal,” Natalie thanked her sincerely and dashed toward the competition hall as fast as she could.

Fortunately, she managed to reach the competition hall in the nick of time.

At that instant, she was panting heavily, and her forehead was beaded with sweat. The host could not resist

furrowing his brows at the sight of her dishevelment. He was seemingly displeased with Natalie.

“Get yourself seated at once,” he said coldly. His utter indifference reflected his great displeasure.

Natalie forced a smile in embarrassment. Touching her tummy, which was throbbing with slight pain, she dragged

herself toward her seat.

All the other designers threw their glances at her spontaneously. Most of them either gazed at her with a great

concern or stared at her indifferently. On top of that, there were even some of them who had a look of

schadenfreude on their faces.

In the meantime, Natalie was observing them and scrutinizing their countenance secretly as well. She hoped to

trace the suspect who locked her up in the restroom a while ago.

If the suspect was among them, she would obviously be disappointed the moment Natalie showed up.

Subsequently, there should be an unavoidable slight change in the person's expression no matter how well she

could restrain her frustration. As long as Natalie could spot anyone with that type of suspicious expression, the

identification of the culprit would be as clear as day.

Nevertheless, her heart fell when she did not spot anything awry after scanning all of them one by one. Huh! It

seems that the culprit is good at bottling up her motions! I can't even sense the slightest bit of suspicious demeanor

among all of them!

Natalie pulled the chair out and sat down with a grim look.

Seated a few rows away from Natalie, glints of indignation and ferocity flickered in Jessie's eyes.

How could she make it in such a short span?

She gripped her pencil, trying to stifle a wave of fury that had started to well up from within her. Crack! The next

moment, the pencil in her hand snapped, causing the designer seated next to her to be taken aback.

“What's wrong with you?” she asked Jessie quizzically.

Some of the designers were alerted by the sound and turned to look in their direction. Natalie was one of them. She

pursed her lips and gazed at Jessie with squinted eyes. Could it have been her?

Nonetheless, Natalie was still doubtful about it. Even though both Jessie and her did not really hold any grudges

against each other, she could sense that the woman did not really like her. Hmm, there's still a possibility that Jessie

is the culprit.

Sensing that others were watching her, Jessie knew better than to t let them sense anything amiss about her. “I'm

sorry; my pencil is broken.” She smiled sheepishly at the designer seated next to her.

The designer threw a glance at her pencil without uttering any words. She then nodded casually and accepted

Jessie's apology. Meanwhile, the other designers gradually shifted their gazes away from Jessie as well. Even so,

Natalie did not take her eyes off the woman.

Jessie pretended to be oblivious of Natalie's subtle gaze. She took out a new pencil and started to sharpen it

nonchalantly.