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Catherine felt wronged. “How am I supposed to contact him? Have you forgotten that he was the one who
contacted us every time? Besides, he kept changing his number. Not to mention Sean isn't on the same boat as us.
He has some other plans.”
“Indeed.” Sam's head was throbbing dully.
Consequently, he waved his hand. “That's enough. Clean up the floor first. I'll go check the old-timer's room and
look for any hints for the will.”
Naturally, Shane, who had left, wasn't aware of Sam's discussion with Catherine.
Once he arrived at Thompson Group, Silas approached him immediately. “Mr. Shane, we found the number, but
there isn't any name registered to it.”
“It's an unregistered number?” Shane frowned.
“Yes. The number was activated about a week ago, but it doesn't have any name registered to it. It is common to
use numbers like this to transmit discrete information, then discard it not long after. I tried calling it, but the number
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtis now dead.”
“So we couldn't find who it belongs to?” Shane pressed his lips into a thin line.
Silas nodded. “That's right. I've contacted the communication company for more information, and they only told
me that the buyer was a woman.”
“A woman...” Shane muttered under his breath.
Could it be one of the women who locked Natalie in the washroom and knocked Sally unconscious?
Shane asked, “How is the organizers' investigation progress on Sally's incident?”
“I haven't asked, and they haven't contacted me. I assumed there isn't any result yet,” Silas replied.
Shane nodded. “Remember to follow up with them.”
“Noted.”
“All right. You may leave, then.” Shane waved.
Silas turned and left.
Shane headed to the balcony. As he stared at the scenery before him, he lit a cigarette and took a puff, his heart
feeling heavy.
The next day, the competition had started.
Natalie and Sally arrived at the assembly hall.
All the models and designers were informed to attend a meeting held in the conference room.
Sally and Natalie were walking together when the former asked, “Nat, what do you think the meeting is about?”
Natalie shook her head, indicating that she had no idea as well.
Sally looked at the people around and recalled something. She leaned closer to Natalie and whispered, “Could it be
that they're already done with the investigation for that incident?”
Natalie narrowed her eyes. “Maybe. We'll find out soon enough.”
“You're right.” Sally nodded.
Soon, the conference room was filled.
The host took center stage with a somber expression. “Has everyone arrived?”
“We're still missing Tiffanie and Amy,” someone answered.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe host glanced at the two empty seats and continued, “They aren't coming because they are already in prison.”
Everyone was stunned at his announcement.
Natalie and Sally exchanged a glance. It seemed they were right about their guess.
“Why were they sent to jail?” another asked.
The host answered, “Because they were jealous and did something unforgivable. Amy, who was jealous of Natalie's
talent, locked the latter in the washroom, intending for her to miss out on the competition. Then, when Sally went to
check the security footage, hoping to find the culprit, she was knocked unconscious by Tiffanie. Tiffanie even
destroyed the security footage. We won't allow a designer and model with such horrible characters to stay on.”
“So that's what happened.” The crowd nodded.
Sally clapped her hands gleefully. “This is great, Nat. Serves them right.”
Natalie merely frowned as she fell deep in thought.
“What's wrong?” Sally asked. Natalie bit her lip. “It's nothing. But I have the feeling that something isn't quite right
here.”
“Something isn't quite right?” Sally blinked. “What do you mean?”
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