“Natalie, would you believe the arrogance of some people to want to fight you for the top spot in such a manner?” Joyce pursed her lips in displeasure.

Natalie was not particularly bothered. It was just a title; her craft was more important to her.

Being called the most promising designer meant little to her. What she prized was to become as prominent a designer as Mr. Moore. Now that was something worth boasting about.

In other words, she did not mind that this title was robbed off her. What she did not like was this type of provocative challenge.

“Apparently, the challenger is someone called Tiffanie. I have never heard of her when I was abroad,” Natalie said in a low voice while she squinted at the screen.

Joyce rolled her eyes. “Neither have I. I did some digging and found that this Tiffanie had appeared abroad this month. She's a countrywoman of ours; her real name is Jessie Syke. she had made a name for herself with her keen fashion sense.”

“Jessie Syke?” Natalie's frown deepened. Two other names appeared in her mind: Jasmine and Susan.

name of Jessie Syke happened to be

you asking such strange

her head. “I don't know a Jessie, but I knew a

though her eyes remained wide in disbelief. “Nat, are you implying that this could

right. Don't you think that J.S. is

that. But we have already established that Jasmine had died from jumping

second. “Was a photograph of her body

lack of coverage regarding her popularity. But her work had been featured on

the issue she referred to appeared. The cover featured an extravagant dress. Tiffanie's signature had

to be tailor-made for her to attend a wedding with. It shouldn't be Jasmine as her skills

kept her gaze

stunning. Even Natalie's eyes shone with admiration when she first laid eyes on it. Her design looked so sophisticated, perhaps even classifying as haute couture. Joyce was right; Jasmine did not have the skill set

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