CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Natalie nodded. “Do you mean Project Rebirth?”

“Yes! The black horse I’m talking about was the chief designer of that fashion show. Those clothes were simply too amazing! Anyone could tell that the person who designed them is every bit as talented as those top-class designers. It’s just a pity that she doesn’t have much fame. I believe the person, who will be chosen to represent our country, is going to be her,” the designer said confidently as he stroked his chin.

Natalie bowed her head and shook with silent laughter.

Initially, she wanted to get some information on this black horse, so she could get an idea about who she was up against.

To her surprise, the black horse turned out to be herself!

Seeing her chortle, the designer felt a little displeased. “What are you laughing about?”

Natalie waved her hands in apology and replied, “Nothing, nothing! Thanks for telling me about this. I’ll do my best to be selected as the country’s representative.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her notebook and stood up, hugging it to her chest.

The designer seemed rather dazed at her words. Suddenly, he snapped out of his reverie and pointed at her in shock. “You—you are that...”

brought a finger to her lips, asking him not to expose her identity. “No one else should know who

excitedly, his eyes shining with glee. He looked at Natalie as though she was his idol and said, “Ooh, I got it, I got it!

first! See you in a bit.” Natalie waved cheerfully at him

stepped out of the meeting room, she bumped into Shane

down and had a hand stuck into his pocket. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, a cigarette that he was already

slowed down and stared at

a whiff of cigarette smoke on his clothes. However, she had never

away right before her very own eyes. He looked very cool, and the cigarette lent him a rather enigmatic aura that made her want to approach him and

away the ash on his cigarette. He suddenly looked up and stared straight at her. “Oh, you’re

down slightly as a form of reply. She then walked straight past him and made a beeline

cigarette and darted forward after

swung around and found herself toppling straight

her head bumped

didn’t feel any pain, but Shane let out a grunt. He let go of her arm

brows were furrowed in pain. Sweat was beading his brows, and his eyes were narrowed in agony. Quite evidently,

face anxiously and asked, “Mr. Shane,