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...”

not to expose her identity. “No one else should know who

Natalie as though she

a bit.” Natalie waved

the meeting room, she bumped into Shane

stuck into his pocket. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, a cigarette that he was already halfway through. A small mound of ash had sprouted around

to help herself, Natalie slowed down and

was a smoker because she often caught a whiff of cigarette smoke on his clothes. However, she had never seen him smoke in front of

and the cigarette lent him a

the ash on his

She snapped out of her daze and jerked her head up and down slightly as

Shane put out his cigarette and darted forward after

and found herself toppling straight into

top of her head bumped against Shane’s

Shane let out a grunt. He let go of her arm immediately and clamped a hand

at him in shock. Shane’s brows were furrowed in pain. Sweat was beading his brows, and his eyes were narrowed in agony. Quite evidently, he had

his face anxiously and asked, “Mr. Shane,