The moment Natalie heard this, her eyes went wide.
It turns out that not only did he help me escape the security in the nick of time, but he also did all this for me!
“Mr. Shane…” Natalie called out Shane’s name to say something or other after biting her lip for a moment.
However, Shane squeezed her hand and murmured, “I know. What about Susan Sullivan and that man…”
“Warren Litch,” Natalie hurriedly reminded.
At that, Shane nodded. “Yes, Warren Litch. What about them?”
“Warren Litch has been summoned by the director of the television station. After all, he ordered so many security personnel to pursue a so-called paparazzi yet didn’t manage to catch her but made everyone at the television station panic instead. Thus, he’ll definitely be reprimanded.”
Silas then started the car. As he drove, he continued, “As for Susan Sullivan, she has already left the television station in a hurry.”
“She must have gone back to Smith Residence to see whether the person who’d eavesdropped on their conversation has told Harrison Smith the secret. If it hasn’t gotten to his knowledge, she can still prevent it in advance,” Natalie mused, her eyes narrowed.
“What secret?” Curiosity was etched on Silas’ face.
Hearing that, Shane shot him a look, seemingly chiding him for being such a nosy person.
All at once, Silas gave a cough. Touching his nose, he then focused on his driving without asking anything further.
Natalie then took out her cell phone and rang the detective, Mr. Malone, who was keeping an eye on Jasmine. She instructed him to figure out a way to get Susan and Jasmine’s hair as well as Harrison and Warren’s.
Upon hearing that, Shane lifted his eyebrows a fraction. “You’re planning to have a DNA test done on them?”
“Yes. I want to have one on each of them,” Natalie admitted as she placed her cell phone down.
It’s only by doing so can I be certain whether Jasmine is Susan Sullivan and Warren Litch’s daughter!
Shane propped his hand against the car door, and suggested, “At that time, have Jackson do it for you. You can get the results in two hours at the earliest.”
“Sure. Thank you, Mr. Shane.” Natalie didn’t decline but thanked him with a smile.
In turn, Shane lifted his chin a fraction in acknowledgment. “Where are you going next?”
“Back to the studio. I’m rather busy since I’ve just accepted a project recently.” Natalie patted her handbag.
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