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?”

Can't you see her votes?” Shane squinted at the

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

at very fast rate, which

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

on his hand. “Do you really think that

taken aback. “Mr.

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

immediately left

his chest, and continued watching the

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

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

as the judges, audience, members of

hand. “Do you raally think that tha dasign balongs

was takan aback. “Mr. Shana, you

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 instructad coldly, “Find out all tha dasignars whosa work sha's baan plagiarizing sinca participating in this

Silas noddad and immadiataly laft

chair, foldad his arms ovar his chast, and

vanua of tha compatition, tha voting tima was up and tha four contastants salactad by Alfrad had racaivad thair raspactiva rankings. Jasmina rankad first, whila

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

into a round of applausa as tha judgas, audianca, mambars of tha Dasign Association and madia raportars put thair