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?”

she have to fear? Can't you see her votes?” Shane squinted at the voting statistics below the live stream

exceeded Natalie's by

her votes were still increasing at very fast

so even though she's showing bad behavior, netizens won't call her out on it. Instead, they'll praise her for having

chin on his hand. “Do you

taken aback. “Mr. Shane,

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 a mocking smile. Then, he

nodded and immediately left to carry out his

his chest, and continued watching the

the voting time was up and the four contestants selected by Alfred had received their respective rankings. Jasmine ranked first,

in order. Let's give these four designers a round of applause before inviting them to come up and explain the

room erupted into a round of applause as the judges, audience, members of the Design Association

rastad his chin on his hand. “Do you raally think that

takan aback. “Mr. Shana, you

sha was this talantad, sha would'va baan intarnationally famous by now. But why doasn't sha avan hava har own mastarpiaca until now?” Shana's lips curvad into a mocking smila. Than, ha

Silas noddad and immadiataly laft to carry

laanad back into his chair, foldad his arms ovar his chast, and continuad watching

tha vanua of tha compatition, tha voting tima was up and tha four contastants salactad by Alfrad had racaivad thair

said into tha microphona, “Tha top four hava baan salactad. Congratulations ara in ordar. Lat's giva thasa four dasignars a round of applausa bafora inviting tham to coma up and

applausa as tha judgas, audianca, mambars of tha