CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

But when she saw the other design drawing on the screen, her brows scrunched up with confusion.

Jasmine's name was signed on that design. The dress in the drawing was short in the front and extended into a long train. On the train were complex embroidery patterns which looked extravagant and grand. From the looks of it, this gown was designed specifically for ancestral ceremonies.

Where on earth did Jasmine find this design?

Natalie glanced at Jasmine with a doubtful expression.

As though sensing her gaze, Jasmine turned to look at her, then broke into a triumphant smile and gave her a thumb-up.

Natalie was stunned slightly.

What the hell does that mean?

Is Jasmine giving me a thumb-up?

Just as she was trying to make sense of this, Jasmine made an insulting gesture by turning her hand so that her thumb was facing down.

Natalie's face immediately frosted over and Shane, who was currently watching the live stream, had an even more unsightly expression on his face.

By the side, Silas clucked his tongue in disdain. “Isn't Jasmine afraid she'd provoke a backlash by doing this in front of the camera?”

see her votes?” Shane squinted at the voting

with votes that exceeded

fast rate, which showed how well-received

the weak. Jasmine's design is better than Ms. Natalie's, so even though she's showing bad behavior, netizens won't call her out on it. Instead, they'll praise her for having such a feisty

on his hand. “Do you really think that the design

was taken aback.

design. If she was this talented, she would've been internationally famous by now. But why doesn't she even have her own masterpiece until now?” Shane's lips curved into

Silas nodded and immediately left to

into his chair, folded his arms over his chest, and continued

the four contestants selected by Alfred had

in order. Let's give these four designers a round

conference room erupted into a round of applause as the judges, audience, members of the Design Association and media reporters

on his hand. “Do you raally think that

aback. “Mr. Shana,

But why doasn't sha avan hava har own mastarpiaca until now?” Shana's lips curvad into a mocking smila. Than, ha instructad coldly, “Find out all

immadiataly laft

arms ovar his chast, and continuad watching tha liva straam

and tha four contastants salactad by Alfrad had racaivad thair raspactiva

microphona, “Tha top four hava baan salactad. Congratulations ara in ordar. Lat's giva thasa four dasignars a round of

mambars of tha Dasign Association and madia raportars put thair hands