Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Chapter 193

“Alright, Mr. Shane. It’s time for me to take my leave now. Goodbye. I’ve been very happy working with you in the past month. I hope that you’ll be able to find an excellent designer soon,” she said as she reached out her palm for a handshake.

His eyes darkened as he glanced at the woman’s fair hands. He then replied as he held her hand, “I’ll send you out.”

“Okay.” Natalie nodded.

Shane stopped walking once they were outside of the office.

After waving goodbye to him, she walked towards the elevator.

She held the resignation letter in one hand while the other clutched on her pants as she walked, holding back the urge to turn back to look at him.

She was afraid that if she turned back, she would be reluctant to leave.

Soon enough, Natalie stepped into the elevator.

Her eyes had welled up with tears by the time the doors closed. She quickly looked up to prevent the tears from falling.

Then, she hastily wiped her eyes when she arrived at the HR department, only walking out after she had plastered on a smile. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Natalie didn’t stay any longer once she was done with the resignation process and left almost immediately when she had finished packing up her stuff.

On the balcony of the top floor, Shane was watching her as she hailed a cab while he mindlessly tapped on the railing.

Silas couldn’t help but say as he listened to the former’s arrhythmic tapping, “Mr. Shane, if you’re reluctant to let Ms. Smith leave, it’s not too late to stop her now.”

“No, there’s no need. She should go. She’d shine anywhere she goes with a talent like hers.” He looked away and turned back into the office.

His assistant followed behind, secretly rolling his eyes at him.

Mr. Shane, I think you’ve misunderstood me.

By ‘reluctant,’ I meant the unwillingness to let go between a man and a woman. I wasn’t talking about talent!

“Are there still no results for the things I told you to investigate?” Shane asked as he sat down before his desk.

Silas pushed his glasses and returned to his normal professional self. “No. The culprit hasn’t done anything to Ms. Smith in the past few days, so all clues that lead to them have reached a dead end.”

“I need you to continue investigating. That person wouldn’t be an ordinary person if she’s able to bribe a killer and secretly destroy an elevator without leaving any traces of her presence. You should start with investigating the socialites.” His fists on the desk were so tightly clenched to the point where his veins were visible on his skin.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Silas replied, “But we’d easily provoke the family of the culprit by doing so.”

“Then do it while avoiding any detection. Just don’t let anyone find out,” Shane answered tiredly while leaning back on his chair and closing his eyes.

The assistant instantly straightened his back and replied, “Understood. I’ll get to it now.”

“Alright.” Shane nodded.

After Silas left, he opened his eyes and stared at the promotion contract for a moment. He was about to throw it into the rubbish bin but he suddenly changed his mind.

In the end, he put the contract into his drawer and locked it up.

Right at that moment, his phone rang.

Shane darted a glance at it before putting the phone by his ear. “What is it?”

“Shane, should we get dinner together tonight?” Jackson asked excitedly.

“No,” he replied expressionlessly.

“Really?” the latter narrowed his eyes and added, “It’s Jacqueline’s birthday today. I want to give her a surprise.”

Shane immediately glanced at the calendar at the bottom right corner of the computer screen as soon as he heard that. He massaged his temples when he saw the date and realized that it really was Jacqueline’s birthday.

“The address?” he asked.

Jackson instantly smiled, “I knew you’d change your mind. I’ll send you the address in a moment. I’m going to talk to Stanley first and ask him to give Jacqueline a two-hour leave tonight.”

The call ended after Shane agreed to it.

Then, he stood up and grabbed his coat with one hand while the other held his phone before he made his way out of the office.

At night, in a noisy bar, Natalie was downing glass after glass of beer, her vision becoming more and more unfocused with time.