Natalie had a rough idea why Isabelle had set her up that night. She assumed it was because of the incident at the high-end boutique back then. Yet she couldn’t believe Isabelle would ruin his grandfather’s retirement dinner. On top of it, she had embarrassed and disappointed him on his last day in the fashion industry.
With this train of thought, she shifted her gaze to Isabelle, who stood still beside Alfred with her head down.
Isabelle hid behind her hair, which made her expression unreadable. However, it was evident from her body language that she was furious. She balled her fists tightly; it won’t be long before she lost it.
Natalie paid no heed and turned to Alfred. Then she handed over her gift. “Mr. Moore, I hope you like my little present for your retirement.”
Shane took one look at the shopping bag she held as a ray of light flashed across his eyes.
Alfred grinned. “Thank you. I’m guessing it’s a teacup from the Clarkes?”
“Yes.” Natalie nodded.
He then glanced at Shane and said, “Look at the chemistry between you two. Who would have thought that you’ll bring the same gift?”
“Oh?” Natalie exclaimed in surprise.
“It’s a mere coincidence,” Shane murmured.
Alfred chuckled. “You two just click.” With that, he reached out for the present.
Natalie clasped her hands excitedly. “Mr. Moore, open it.”
“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve brought for me. Shane gave me the one with an exquisite floral pattern design, and you…”
“Mine has a lotus design,” she replied with a smile.
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