Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 167

After Joyce left, a Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in front of Natalie. Its rear window was then rolled down, revealing Shane's handsome face.

Shane frowned at Natalie, who was busy moving the boxes. "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Shane." When Natalie heard the man's voice, she stood up straight to look at him.

"What are these?"

"Clothes," answered Natalie as she closed the notebook in her hand.

Shane was puzzled. "Clothes?"

"I'll talk to you later, Mr. Shane. The show is about to start, so I better hurry up with the preparations. Bye!"

Natalie then had the staff members pick up the rest of the boxes and followed behind them.

Shane squinted curiously as he watched Natalie walk away. "Go check it out and see if anything's wrong."

"Okay," responded Silas in the driver seat.

Ten minutes later, Silas did not look good when he walked into Shane's break room. "Something did happen, Mr. Shane. The outfits for the show have been ruined."

"What?" Shane's face fell. "Who did it?"

"We don't know yet. Ms. Natalie's already called the police, so a few officers came to investigate, but no result as of yet."

Shane clenched his fists in anger and ordered, "Then get more men to help with the investigation. We have to replace the perpetrator!"

The damaged outfits will not only ruin Natalie, but will also tarnish the reputation of Thompson Group.

I have to replace the person who was responsible for this!

"Yes, sir!" Silas gave the man a nod.

Shane then stood up and made his way to the dressing room.

When he reached the room, he stopped outside the door and knocked.

Joyce, who opened the door, was surprised to see him. "Mr. Shane." Shane did not ask why Joyce was there. "Where's Natalie?"

"She's watching the models do their makeup."

Shane raised his chin. "I'm here to see her."

"Okay. I'll go get her."

Joyce turned head around and yelled, "Nat! Mr. Shane's here to see you!"

"Coming!" replied Natalie.

Around ten seconds later, she came to the door. "Anything, Mr. Shane?"

"Let's do it outside." Shane gestured at the corridor.

Natalie said nothing but followed behind the man as they walked to a quiet spot at the end of the corridor.

"I heard about the outfits." Shane turned around and spoke first.

Natalie lowered her head guiltily. "I'm sorry, Mr. Shane. That's not supposed to happen, and certainly not on the day of the show, but don't worry. The show will go on as planned"

When Shane heard that, a glint flashed across his coal-black eyes, for he seemed to remember something. "The boxes just now... "

"That's right!" Natalie nodded.

Shane then relaxed his knitted brows. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Better safe than sorry." Natalie smiled abashedly.

Shane raised a brow. "You knew someone would make a move on the outfits? You have a suspect, don't you?”

"I do." Natalie looked Shane in the eye. "It's Jasmine!"

Shane narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure?"

Natalie nodded at first but then shook her head.

Shane was confused. "What does that mean?"

Natalie let out a long sigh. "I was sure that it was her at first, but after confronting her just now, I started to doubt myself. Besides, I didn't have any proof. But if we can replace the staff member involved, we should be able to get some evidence."

Shane looked down to hide the storm brewing in his eyes. "Got it. I'll have Silas replace that person."

"Great!" Natalie was overjoyed, for she believed that they would get to the bottom of things before long with Shane's help.

"You should go back in there. I'll update you on the matter when the show is over," promised Shane after checking his watch. They had no time to lose because the show was just an hour away.