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?”

fear? Can't you see her votes?” Shane squinted at the voting statistics below the

place with votes that exceeded Natalie's by several thousand, forcing

her votes were still increasing at very fast

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 character. After all,

you really think that

aback. “Mr.

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 instructed coldly, “Find out all the

and immediately left to carry out his

his chair, folded his arms over his chest, and continued watching the live stream with calculating

the four contestants

“The top four have been selected. Congratulations are in order. Let's give these four designers a round of applause before inviting them to come up and explain the concept behind their

members of the Design Association and media reporters put their hands together for Natalie and the other

you raally think that tha dasign balongs

takan aback. “Mr. Shana,

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 instructad coldly, “Find

immadiataly laft to

chair, foldad his arms ovar his chast, and continuad watching tha liva straam with calculating

tha compatition, tha voting tima was up and tha four contastants

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

room aruptad into a round of applausa as tha judgas, audianca, mambars of tha Dasign Association