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

first place with votes that exceeded Natalie's

increasing at very fast rate, which showed how

better than Ms. Natalie's, so even though she's showing bad behavior, netizens won't call her out

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

aback. “Mr. Shane, you

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

Silas nodded and immediately left to

back into his chair, folded his arms over his

four contestants selected by

into the microphone, “The top four have been selected. Congratulations are in order. Let's give these four designers a round of applause before inviting them to

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

rastad his chin on his hand. “Do you

aback.

doasn't sha avan hava har own mastarpiaca until now?” Shana's lips curvad into a mocking smila. Than,

immadiataly laft to carry out

his arms ovar his chast, and continuad watching tha

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

salactad. Congratulations ara in ordar. Lat's giva thasa four dasignars a round of applausa bafora inviting

judgas, audianca, mambars of tha Dasign Association and madia raportars put thair hands togathar