CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

“Oh, I see. Sorry, I misunderstood.” Natalie flashed her a smile.

“Well, please excuse us if there's nothing else.” After saying that, Jessie left with Hannah.

Beside Natalie, Sally commented, “For some reason, I find Jessie really strange. Everything about her screams aberrant.”

Natalie nodded in agreement. “Me too. She gives off a strong sense of incongruity. Besides, she seems to have popped out of nowhere.”

Logically speaking, she can't possibly have been a nobody when she possesses such great talent in design. But the fact remains that there was never anyone named Jessie Syke in the design industry in the past. She appeared out of the blue and swiftly made a name for herself in the industry. No matter how I look at it, something just doesn't add up.

I've seen her designs before, and she has a strong personal style. Without the mentoring of a renowned designer, a young designer couldn't have possibly established her own personal style so early. After all, young people's design styles oscillate as their talents aren't at the zenith yet. They may design something cool before switching to adorable. However, it's different with her. Her design style has never changed from the very beginning, so she must have been mentored by a renowned designer.

But I've asked Ms. Mackenzie, and she told me that the few top-notch designers in the world whose styles are similar to Jessie have never taken her as a mentee. So, who on earth did she learn from?

“What are you thinking, Nat?” Sally nudged Natalie lightly.

Her gaze flickering for a moment, Natalie snapped back to her senses. “Nothing much. I was just wondering who Jessie's mentor is.”

cares? Let's watch the show.” Sally had no interest in that matter. Instead, she was staring at the runway

that, Natalie was torn

has nothing to do with me, so why should I

three hours before the curtains fell. Next was a banquet open to all participants, judges, and

supermodels, so she hastened away with a

of fruit juice herself, she went to the balcony for some

a voice from the garden below. It

sounded muted, seemingly having been

be right beneath Natalie's feet, with only the flooring in between. For that reason, she could hear Jessie's words loud

are you now? I'll go and pick you up

probably talking to an acquaintance of hers who came to

the person on the other end of the

the media recognizes you and

voice

the clicking of high heels against the