Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 175

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, so Natalie let go of Yulia and pulled a couple of tissues when she saw how red her mother's eyes were. Natalie then went to get the door after handing Yulia the tissues. Standing outside was Silas waving at her. "Sorry to bother you this late, Ms. Natalie."

"It's fine." Natalie shook her head before asking curiously, "Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Campbell?"

"Oh, Mr. Shane and I came here to pick up something very important, but we couldn't get the box opened, so I was wondering if you have the superintendent's contact number." Silas adjusted his glasses and tried to peek into Natalie's living room as if he were looking for something.

However, Natalie did not notice the man's peculiar behavior. She just smiled and nodded. "I do. Just give me a second. I'll go get you his card."

With that, Natalie turned and went back to the living room.

"Who is it, Baby Girl?" Yulia glanced at the door.

Natalie was squatting in front of the coffee table looking for the business card when she answered her mother, "It's my boss. You should go to bed, Mom. I'm sure you're jet-lagged."

"Sure." Yulia dropped the grapes and dusted her hands off before going to the bathroom.

Natalie returned to the door when she found the card and passed it to Silas.

After thanking Natalie, Silas did not seem to be in a hurry to leave. Instead, he pretended to be curious. "You have a guest, Ms. Natalie?"

"Oh, no. That's my mother," replied Natalie with a smile.

Silas let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear!"

"What?" Natalie gave the man a puzzled look. "Why do you look so happy to hear that, Mr. Campbell?"

"Do I?" Silas looked away and played coy. "You must've misread my expression, Ms. Natalie. I'll go now. Goodbye!"

With that, Silas walked away with the business card and entered the opposite apartment.

After closing the door behind him, Silas sighed as he looked at the card in his hand and smiled bitterly.

Mr. Shane's face has been darkened ever since Ms. Natalie left the party. I know he must be concerned about the person Ms. Natalie was going to pick up. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here.

For Mr. Shane's sake, I had no choice but to knock on Ms. Natalie's door. I'm sure he'll be relieved to hear that she went to pick up her mother and not a man.

Silas then proceeded to the study with the business card.

"Mr. Shane," called out Silas at the door.

Sitting on a chair, Shane lifted his head to look at his assistant. "Where did you go?"

"Ahem, didn't you say that you had trouble opening the mailbox? So I went to Ms. Natalie to ask for the superintendent's business card."

Instead of responding to the man, Shane looked down in thought.

Silas cleared his throat. "Ms. Natalie's mother seems to be in excellent shape, Mr. Shane."

"What?" Shane straightened his back slightly.

A smile flashed across the assistant's face before he continued, "I was talking about Ms. Natalie's mother."

"You mean, the person at Natalie's is her mother?" Fiddling with his pen, Shane finally seemed a little relaxed.

Silas was contemptuous on the inside, but he nodded on the surface. "That's right."

Shane pursed his lips. "Why are you telling me this?"

"No reason. I just want to share with you what I saw," answered Silas with a smile.

Why? To make you happy. That's why!

"Fine. Just leave the card there. Any result from the investigation?" asked Shane with a deep voice as he put his pen down and crossed his fingers on the desk.

After placing the card on the desk, Silas turned serious. "Not yet, but I can confirm that it's not Sean."

Shane tapped on the desk. "If it's not him, then check the group's other enemies."

"Yes, sir!"

Shane then stood up. "Let's go back to the villa."

"You're not staying here tonight, Mr. Shane?" inquired Silas with a brow raised.

A glint flashed across Shane's eyes before he shook his head.

Since the man had already made up his mind, Silas decided not to say anything else about it. He left the study with Shane and walked behind the man towards the apartment door.