It was almost her turn, but Natalie didn’t receive a single call from Sally. At that moment, she could sense that something had befallen her.
“Shane, I would be devastated if anything bad happened to Sally,” said Natalie anxiously as she grabbed Shane’s arm. She worried about Sally’s safety more than the competition.
“Don’t worry. I’m here for you.” He tried to assure her and patted her back lightly when he saw her body tremble with fear. Her sorrowful eyes overflowed with tears.
Sally, where are you?
Just when Natalie was feeling overwhelmed with emotions, Connor shouted, “I found her!”
Natalie pushed Shane away and rushed to her son. Instead of being offended or hurt by her action, the man found it fascinating and raised his brows in response.
Anxiously, Natalie asked, “Connor, where is she?”
His son immediately passed her the phone and pointed at the red pin shown on the screen. “She’s at the exit staircase of the building, but we can’t tell the exact level from this floor plan.”
The floor plan only showed a view from above, so it was impossible for them to indicate her specific location.
“Mommy, you’ll need to send a few more people to find her on each floor,” he reminded her.
Natalie nodded in acknowledgement.
“Leave it to me. I’m one of the investors of the competition. I can assign more men to look for her.” Shane stepped forward to offer help.
“Okay. I really appreciate that, Shane.” She nodded as she squeezed her hands anxiously into fists.
The man gently caressed her hair, then took out his phone from the pocket.
A few minutes later, they received good news from the searchers. Sally was found unconscious in a trash bin located at an emergency stairway not far from the surveillance room. The bump on the back of her head was concrete evidence that she had gotten hit.
Natalie breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that they found her alive. Then, anger began rippling through her. She couldn’t believe Sally had been treated so brutally.
If Connor hadn’t located her, she might have only been found at eight o’clock that night when the janitors came to collect the trash. By that time, Sally’s life would have been in serious danger.
Sally was soon carried to the dressing room. Beside her was Natalie who couldn’t help feeling concerned. Natalie took Sally’s hands and asked with tears in her eyes, “Sal, are you okay?”
Lightheaded, the latter leaned back on the couch. After a while, she murmured, “Nat?”
“Yes, it’s me.” Natalie nodded profusely as tears coursed down her cheeks unchecked.
“It’s really you.”
“I’m here.”
Just then, Sally broke down into tears. “It’s really you. Thank God. I’m alive, Nat!” she wailed.
Natalie’s heart ached with pity for her, so she immediately hugged her and apologized.
Meanwhile, Shane just watched them with envy. His face darkened. He didn’t want to interrupt them, so he turned and left.
As soon as he stepped out of the room, the host of the competition approached him and bowed his head respectfully. “Mr. Thompson, I’m sorry that such an incident happened in this event. We will definitely investigate the case thoroughly and provide you with a full explanation.”
He didn’t expect that the designer who was almost late to the competition was actually the wife of Thompson Group’s CEO.
And, worst of all, her model was viciously attacked and shoved into a trash bin in order to sabotage her show.
The host promised to find the culprit. That person not only harmed the wife of a CEO — the reputation of such a prestigious international competition was also destroyed.
