Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 191

"Sure, don't worry about it. I'll stop bothering her for the time being. After all, Shane is investigating me already. I don't want to let him replace out what I did just yet. But you better let Natalie know that she should stay away from my Shane. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so lucky the next time something like this happens."

With that said, the woman on the other end hung up.

Stanley's face was grim when he put down his phone. As he stared at the unsaved number on his phone's screen, a streak of hostility flashed across his eyes.

After a moment, he adjusted his glasses and calmed himself down. Then, he dialed Yulia's number and said when the call was connected, "Yulia, I'd like to discuss something about Nat with you." "Alright, I understand. I'll talk to Nat once she's back." Yulia nodded fervently when she heard Stanley's suggestion.

After half an hour, Natalie was finally home.

Her mother patted the seat beside her and said, "Come have a seat, Baby Girl."

Natalie sat down after placing her bag on the side. "What's wrong, Mom?"

"What do you think about going overseas with Mom, Nat?" Yulia asked while looking at her.

She froze for a moment before questioning, "Why do you want me to go overseas with you all of a sudden?"

"Well, I've been petrified since the incidents happened over the past two days. It's too dangerous for you to stay here. It'll be safer for you to live overseas," her mother explained.

Natalie lowered her gaze before replying, "I can't do that, Mom. I can't follow you."

"Why? Is it because you can't bear to leave Shane?" Yulia's expression steeled, obviously upset.

Natalie was nonplused at that. "No. I promised Mercede that I would make a name for myself here. If I leave for another country now, how will I fulfill my promise for my mentor?" "Aren't you already famous now? Project Rebirth's success already made you a famous fashion designer."

"How is that enough? This fame right now could never be compared to the fame I had as Mina. Mercede said that as long as I could achieve whatever I did when I was Mina, I'd be introduced to the Design Association. This is my dream, Mom. I don't want to give up." She looked extremely serious as she grabbed hold of her mother's hands.

At the sight of her daughter, Yulia opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but held her tongue. She didn't try to convince Natalie to leave anymore. Instead, she sighed, "Then what about your safety?"

Natalie smiled but said in an unsure manner, "Maybe nothing will happen if I stay away from Mr. Shane."

"Let's hope so," Yulia answered as she patted on the back of her daughter's hand, her heart full of worry.

Natalie didn't run into any trouble in the next few days and everything was smooth sailing.

It seemed like the culprit stopped whatever they were doing temporarily so the police had also stopped with their investigations.

She couldn't do anything else except for withdrawing the lawsuit.

After all, nothing could be found if she didn't withdraw the lawsuit.

Once she arrived at the Thompson Group, she pushed open the door to her office. After wiping away the dust on her table, she turned on the computer and prepared to print out her resignation letter. Right at that moment, a designer carried a thick stack of documents to be reviewed to her side and asked, "Are you feeling better, Ms. Smith?"

"Yes," she replied with a smile.

Originally, she only had two days of holiday. But since she had suffered from the incidents, Shane gave her a few more days of sick leave to let her rest.

"Great! Oh, congratulations on the double happiness, Ms. Smith!"

"What do you mean by double happiness?" Natalie gazed at her, confused.

The designer raised two fingers and said, "Well, you recovered and you're being promoted!"

"Promoted?" she asked in shock.

"Yes. Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Campbell told us that you'll be the design department's supervisor in the future. You'll take over immediately once you're back. Didn't anyone from the HR department inform you?"

Natalie pursed her lips upon hearing that news.

The designer was perplexed at her reaction and asked, "Ms. Smith, aren't you happy?"

She didn't reply. Instead, she took the resignation letter she had just printed and said, "Excuse me. I have to talk to Mr. Shane."

"Oh, okay." The designer quickly moved away and let her through.