Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 162

When they reached the Fashion Hall, Natalie temporarily left Shane and went backstage to go over the show's details with the models.

Meanwhile, Shane stayed on the runway to go through the safety precautions with the staff to prevent any accident from happening the next day.

At that moment, Silas approached him. "Mr. Shane."

Shane continued to keep his eyes on the stage. "Tell me."

"Harrison is indeed selling of his shares," reported Silas.

Shane chuckled. "Of course he is. He's doesn't have much on him, so how else will he be able to pay Natalie if he didn't sell his shares? How much is his selling price?"

"I'm not sure yet, but it shouldn't be too high. After all, the Smith Group is on the brink of bankruptcy. Nobody would buy their shares if the price were too high."

Shane adjusted his sitting posture. "Then lower it even further. Get it down to twenty million so that they have just enough to pay Natalie."

"Then they would've sold their shares for nothing. Without the shares, he'll lose control over the Smith Group. The board might even strip him of his position as the Chairman," sneered Silas.

A sinister glint flashed across Shane's eyes. "That's exactly what I want."

Harrison had taken advantage of him for years. Shane only turned a blind eye for Jasmine's sake, but Harrison kept pushing it. The man even tried to use Shane's name to apply for a huge loan from the bank. With all that, Shane decided to tolerate Harrison no more, so he took the opportunity to send the man a warning.

"Yes, sir. It will be done." Silas then turned and left while Shane continued to focus on the stage.

Then, someone shouted on the scene, and the staff started to clear the stage. The lights in the hall dimmed, meaning the rehearsal would start soon.

Before long, the music was played, and tall, long-legged models started to stroll out onto the stage in extremely fashionable outfits.

Seated at the front row below the stage, Shane held his chin as he watched the rehearsal seriously.

Although he did not show it, he was obviously satisfied with the rehearsal because of the gleams in his eyes.

The rehearsal was long, so Shane would note every set of outfits he saw in a book on his lap.

An hour later, after the last model left the stage, Natalie finally appeared.

As the designer, she was to take the curtain call at the center of the stage. With her hands clutched together, Natalie bowed to the audience. Shane set his notebook aside and stood up to applaud.

After hearing the applause, Natalie smiled as she walked over to the end of the stage. "How was it, Mr. Shane?"

"Not bad." Shane put his hands down. "But it can be better."

"What suggestions do you have then?" Natalie was a little surprised.

"I have made some notes. Come and take a look."

"On my way." Natalie bent her knees slightly to get ready to jump off the stage.

With his brows knitted, Shane then extended his hand to Natalie, but she just stared his hand in confusion.

Shane pursed his lips. "Weren't you going to come down?"

"Oh, right!" Natalie finally understood that the man was trying to help her get down.

After coming back to her senses, Natalie placed her hand in his.

Shane held onto Natalie's hand tightly to support her as she jumped down from the stage.

Then, he let go of Natalie and went to get his notebook for her.

Natalie took the notebook and started going through the notes.

They were so detailed that even the step distance of each model and the flutter of the skirts were noted down.

This is very impressive!

"About this one, Mr. Shane..."

Natalie pointed at something she did not understand and was about to ask Shane when his phone suddenly rang.

"Give me a minute." Shane gestured for a pause and took his phone out.