After striding out of the dressing room, Natalie called the police as she made her way to the security control room to check the security recordings.
Although she did not expect to learn much from the recordings, she had to try anyway.
Unfortunately, Natalie found nothing suspicious in the recordings, as expected.
She fast-forwarded the footages and went through them twice, starting from when she left Fashion Hall to six o’clock that morning. Still, she found no one in the dressing room or the corridor outside the room.
This is impossible! Why would the outfits be damaged if nobody went into the dressing room?
Something felt off to Natalie, but she could not quite place it, so she decided to have the security guard send her a copy of the recordings and deal with the perpetrator later.
The outfits should be my top priority now!
When Natalie got back to the dressing room, the models were also there.
They were causing a commotion because of the ruined outfits.
Rubbing her forehead, Natalie was about to clap to demand silence when she heard a malicious voice. “My goodness! What a party!”
Jasmine!
Natalie immediately turned around to scowl at Jasmine. “Why are you here?”
The woman was leaning against the door frame and had a bag on her shoulder. “I heard that your outfits were ruined, so I came to gloat.”
Natalie pursed her lips. “Who told you that?”
“Why does it matter? I think you better figure out what to do soon. Tsk, tsk! Just look at those rags! What a horrible sight!” Jasmine looked pleased to see the state of those outfits in the dressing room.
Seeing how excited Jasmine was, Natalie squinted at her stepsister, “It’s you, isn’t it?”
“What?” Jasmine was startled.
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