Feel the Way You Feel, My Love
Chapter 908

"What? How is it fair that she's getting off so lightly?" Sally demanded in obvious resentment.

At that, Natalie chortled. "Of course, she's not. Knocking you out was assault, and the punishment for that is even more severe here than back home. Don't worry, for she's not going to see the light of day for a few years."

Only when Sally heard that did she snicker in gratification. "That's more like it."

"Anyhow, the curtain has finally closed on this matter," Natalie murmured.

"Nope." Natalie shook her head.

Hearing that, Sally blinked in puzzlement. "Why? Aren't they innocent?" "They are innocent in the matter of knocking you out and locking me in the washroom, but the same can't be said for other matters. Tiffanie once oiled the high heels of another model to vie for a spot on the catwalk, causing her to slip and break her legs, destroying her career as a model."

"What?" Sally's jaw dropped in shock. "That's simply absurd!"

Natalie grunted in assent. "The information came from the organizer. Amy, on the other hand, was found to have used her assistant's design as her own. Considering their atrocious conduct, the organizer is going to disqualify them from the competition and let them rot in prison."

"Ah, so they actually committed so many heinous deeds. Then, it serves them right." Sally curled her lips.

"Alright, I'm going upstairs to make a call." Placing her glass down, Natalie got to her feet.

At that, Sally sniggered. "To Mr. Shane, huh?"

Nevertheless, Natalie merely blinked at her without answering the question.

In the room, she gave Shane a call and told him about the meeting.

After hearing everything, Shane nodded slightly. "That's quite fitting."

Anyway, he wasn't interested in other people's fates as long as Jasmine was in their hands.

"By the way, I've received Jasmine's hair," he blurted out of the blue.

Natalie murmured an acknowledgment. "I know. I saw the receipt here. Has it been sent for a DNA test?"

"Yup. The result will be out in three days." Shane nodded.

Chuckling, Natalie commented, "There's no hurry. Even if we get the result now, I'm not planning to tell Harrison since it's not time yet."

Although Shane was curious about the timing she spoke of, he didn't ask her.

After all, he would naturally know when the time came.

"Tell you what, Harrison came to seek me out yesterday," Shane noted.

Upon hearing that, Natalie's brows furrowed. "Why did he seek you out? Was it because of Jasmine?"

"Yes, he wanted me to let her off, but I declined to see him. It was Silas who dealt with him," Shane answered.

Natalie nodded. "That's great."

"There's something else besides that. It's also about Harrison, so I think I should tell you after deliberating for some time. When all's said and done, he's still your father." Shane's lips were compressed into a thin line.

Perplexed, Natalie tilted her head. "What is it?"

"When Silas was dealing with him yesterday, he passed out. Silas sent him to the hospital, and he was found to be in a less-than-stellar condition," Shane admitted.

Natalie's eyes narrowed at once. "Is he terminally ill?"

Shaking his head, Shane replied, "No, he has been poisoned."

Astonishment suffused Natalie when she heard that. "What? Poisoned?"

"Yes. The doctor found chronic poison in his bloodstream that will slowly weaken his nervous system and body until he finally dies unsuspectingly," Shane remarked somberly. Natalie sucked in a breath. "How did he get poisoned?"

"I had Silas investigate the matter, and it turned out that Susan had been poisoning him."

Susan was an ordinary woman at the end of the day, so she was stupid despite her viciousness.

She didn't mask her actions at all, so the fact that she was the culprit was evident upon investigation. "Susan?" Natalie arched an eyebrow.

Shane nodded in affirmation. "Yes. According to Silas' investigation, she wants to kill him and inherit his assets. Warren gave her the poison, and this was also his idea because it's the safest way." The poison would slowly eat away at Harrison physically and mentally, causing his health to deteriorate day by day. People would then think that he was gravely ill instead of having been poisoned.