Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 166

After striding out of the dressing room, Natalie called the police as she made her way to the security control room to check the security recordings.

Although she did not expect to learn much from the recordings, she had to try anyway.

Unfortunately, Natalie found nothing suspicious in the recordings, as expected.

She fast-forwarded the footages and went through them twice, starting from when she left Fashion Hall to six o'clock that morning. Still, she found no one in the dressing room or the corridor outside the room. This is impossible! Why would the outfits be damaged if nobody went into the dressing room?

Something felt off to Natalie, but she could not quite place it, so she decided to have the security guard send her a copy of the recordings and deal with the perpetrator later.

The outfits should be my top priority now!

When Natalie got back to the dressing room, the models were also there.

They were causing a commotion because of the ruined outfits.

Rubbing her forehead, Natalie was about to clap to demand silence when she heard a malicious voice. "My goodness! What a party!"

Jasmine!

Natalie immediately turned around to scowl at Jasmine. "Why are you here?"

The woman was leaning against the door frame and had a bag on her shoulder. "I heard that your outfits were ruined, so I came to gloat."

Natalie pursed her lips. "Who told you that?"

"Why does it matter? I think you better figure out what to do soon. Tsk, tsk! Just look at those rags! What a horrible sight!" Jasmine looked pleased to see the state of those outfits in the dressing room. Seeing how excited Jasmine was, Natalie squinted at her stepsister, "It's you, isn't it?"

"What?" Jasmine was startled.

Convinced that it was her stepsister, Natalie leaned in to question her suspect. "You're responsible for ruining the outfits, aren't you?"

Guilt appeared on Jasmine's face, but she quickly covered it with a smile. "What makes you think it's me? Do you have proof?"

Natalie fixed her eyes on her stepsister. "I don't, but I have a few points that make you a suspect."

Jasmine met Natalie's gaze without flinching. "Oh, really? Pray tell."

"Firstly, you're not part of Project Rebirth, yet you already know about the outfits, so that indicates you're involved in the matter itself. Secondly, you hold a grudge against me, and you've been gunning for me for a while now. Hence, you're my main suspect."

Jasmine burst out laughing as if she had heard a great joke. "Not bad! That was some interesting reasoning. I'll give you that. It's just that... "

"What?" Natalie frowned at her stepsister.

Jasmine wiped the tears off the corner of her eye before continuing, "It's just that you're wrong. You're finished, Natalie! After today, you'll never get to work in the fashion industry ever again." Then, the woman strutted off in her stilettos.

Looking at Jasmine's back, Natalie raised her brows and muttered to herself, "Am I really finished? How can this be?"

After recomposing herself, Natalie took her phone out to make a call. "Joyce, can you send me the thing I gave you last time in half an hour?”

"Sure. Did something happen?" asked Joyce.

Natalie rubbed her forehead again. "I'll tell you when you get here. Hurry up. I'll be waiting for you at the main entrance to Fashion Hall."

"Got it!" Joyce nodded in agreement.

After the phone call, Natalie asked a few well-built staff members to follow her to the main entrance.

After about twenty minutes, Joyce arrived in a small truck.

Natalie then instructed the staff members to unload the boxes in the truck one by one. "Be careful with them. After I'm done counting them, I want you to move them into the dressing room. Joyce, you'll follow them and make sure nobody opens these boxes. Kick out anyone who refuses to listen."

"Okay!" agreed Joyce.