Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 135

"Are you out of your mind?" Natalie gave her forehead a knock. "Keep sending her summons, even if she refuses to accept them. Once she does that for three times, the court will order a mandatory hearing. If she doesn't turn up, we'll win the case straight away."

"Is there such a thing?" Joyce was amazed.

Rubbing her hand together, she said with an excited expression. "I'll contact the court now."

With that, she stood up and walked over to the office desk. Picking up the phone, she dialed a number.

After the call, she showed the other woman an 'OK' gesture.

Natalie smiled at her. Glancing at her phone, she said, "It's getting late. Let's head out to eat."

"Sure! How about hotpot? It's been a while since we last ate it." While speaking, Joyce took her bag off a rack.

Natalie agreed at once.

The two took the kids and strolled toward a hotpot restaurant nearby, chatting and giggling all the way.

Two days later, just as Natalie said, Jasmine refused to accept the court summons for three times consecutively and was guilty of contempt of court. Hence, the court ordered a mandatory hearing. Though Jasmine turned up during the hearing, she still lost the case, as Joyce showed the evidence of design infringement and proved that Jasmine was attacking their studio.

Therefore, the court ordered to recall all the newly launched clothes from the boutiques. Not only did she have to give all the profit made from infringing goods to Joyce, but she was required to compensate for a copyright fee.

As a result, the lawsuit had nearly bled her dry.

Gloating over the woman's downfall, Joyce called Natalie. "Did you see that, Nat? When the judge announced Jasmine's verdict, that expression on her face was priceless! I just can't stop laughing."

Natalie burst out laughing while shaking her head. "Okay, okay. When will we receive the compensation from her?"

"The court asked her to do it within three days. If she doesn't, the compensation rate will go up by ten percent," Joyce replied excitedly.

Natalie hummed in response. "That's great. With that money, we'll be able to set up our own garment factory. Please look for a location, Joyce."

"Consider it done." Joyce patted her own chest confidently.

"Ms. Smith." Just then, someone knocked on her office door.

Lifting her head, Natalie looked up and saw Silas' assistant. "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Shane asked you to go to his office," the assistant answered with a smile.

Blinking her eyes in surprise, Natalie asked, "Mr. Shane?"

"Yes."

"Sure, I'll be there in a minute. Thank you."

"You're welcome." The assistant waved his hand, then turned around and left.

Natalie placed her phone beside her ear again. "Joyce, I have something to attend to. Let me know once you choose the location. Then I'll come and check it out as well."

"Of course," Joyce replied.

After ending the call, Natalie stood up and adjusted her outfit. She then made her way to the top floor.

Arriving outside Shane's room, she raised her hand to knock on the door. Before she could do that, she overheard a voice through the door, which was left ajar. “Please help me, Shane. I really need money now."

It's Jasmine!

Natalie put her hand down. Just when she was still hesitating whether she should come back later, Shane's voice sounded. "How much do you want?"

"Twenty million," Jasmine blurted out eagerly.

Natalie raised her brow at her answer.

Twenty million? Isn't that the same amount as the compensation?

"Okay. I'll ask Silas to transfer it to you later," Shane agreed in an icy tone.

Before Jasmine could thank him, his thin lips parted again. "This is the last time."

"What do you mean?" Jasmine's expression froze at his words. A wave of uneasiness shot through her.

Out of curiosity, Natalie leaned her ear closer to the gap of the door.

In the office, Shane put his pen down and finally looked at Jasmine in the eyes. "This is the last time I'll pick up after you. If you stir up any trouble again, solve it yourself. I won't help you anymore." "Why?" The woman was agitated.

If he doesn't help me anymore, everyone will think that he has dumped me. Then those snobs and bootlickers will shun me, while the people whom I offended before will try to get even with me.