“No, this is my problem. I shan’t trouble you with it.” Natalie looked down and softly declined.

Shane frowned at her very formal and distanced attitude, and his heart filled with mixed emotions.


He knew he was the cause of her change in attitude.

“You do not have sufficient resources and connections to get it done.” He plainly stated the obvious fact, so Natalie could only bite her lips, unable to rebut. They both knew he was the influential and powerful one.

Despite his obvious advantage, Natalie still rejected his offer. “It’s okay. I know you hate me now, so you don’t have to get involved in my problem.”


Shane narrowed his eyes and kept mum.

Natalie took a deep breath and continued, “Mr. Shane, I think we should start thinking about our relationship.” Like Connor, she had started to address him formally.

“What do you mean?” Shane slammed on his brakes to stop the car and turned to question her.

she calmly stated, “I mean, you already concluded my mom was the one who caused your parent’s death, so I am your enemy’s daughter. There is no way you can live in


hands clenched tightly on


a resigned tone, Natalie added, “So please give it serious thoughts, Mr. Shane. We

her seat belt and alighted from his car. Shane sullenly watched her hailed a cab and


continued to live with her the way they used to. However, the option of divorce had never crossed his

a sense of

the same time, Natalie was also

a private investigator to look into the incident that happened eighteen years ago. However, Shane’s revelation that he had incriminating evidence that her mom was the culprit made her doubt the

she urged Shane to think about their relationship. If she could not uncover new evidence to prove her mom’s innocence, then she would forever remain his archenemy. The sooner they could sort out their affairs, the better it would be for both of them. It

her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She cleared her troubled mind and fished out the phone. The caller number seemed to be that of the

pleasant voice on the other end of the phone

“Yes,” Natalie acknowledged.

the samples you sent to

phone tightened, and she immediately replied, “Sure, I will

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