CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Upon seeing that Natalie was still sitting there without making any move to rise to her feet, Lina was so impatient that she swiftly grabbed her arm and yanked her up from the chair to submit their drafts.

Shaking her head in amusement, Natalie stood up and headed toward the judges' table at the front.

When Lina walked past Ashlyn, she stopped briefly. “My draft is already the finished draft, Ashlyn. How about you?”

“Likewise,” Ashlyn replied, lifting her head to look at Lina after snagging something over to cover her design.

There was a fleeting gleam in Lina's eyes, and she deliberately put on an incredulous expression. “Are you serious? You're also done? But you're frowning away as though the truth is otherwise.”

In a flash, Ashlyn's expression went as black as thunder. “Believe whatever you want. I'm not obliged to prove anything to you.”

It was not the day to make the drafts public yet, so she could not possibly show her design to Lina.

In response, Lina clicked her tongue. “Calm down. I didn't say I don't believe you. I just came over to express my concern since I noticed you frowning. But Ashlyn, it's not like you to wear such an expression. You've always been self-confident, no? Don't tell me you look grim because you're dissatisfied with your design. If that's the case, you've got to be careful. I'm exceedingly satisfied with my design. Who knows, you might lose to me in the end. At that time, you won't be worthy of being dubbed Twin Stars with me anymore.”

Ashlyn was so livid after hearing those words that her face flushed. “Humph! Rest assured that your hopes will end up dashed in the end. I'll never lose to you. In my opinion, you're the only person who'll ultimately lose.”

“Whoa! What arrogance! Fine, I shall wait and see.” Shrugging, Lina nonchalantly raised her feet and continued forward. Judging from her demeanor, it seemed as though she did not take Ashlyn's declaration seriously.

At that sight, Ashlyn fumed inwardly.

The costume designer beside her wore a dark expression as well. “Ashlyn, she seemingly doesn't feel there's a possibility of us defeating her.”

“That's only to be expected when she saw me with a frown marring my countenance. She's no fool, so how could she possibly fail to surmise that there's a problem with our designs? Hence, she deliberately came over to discourage us,” Ashlyn grumbled while massaging her temples.

Beside her, the costume designer hung her head guiltily upon hearing her utterances. “I'm sorry, Ashlyn. This is all on me. Your design is already the finished draft, and it's perfect. It's my design that is lagging behind, leading to you—”

“It's not a matter of your design lagging behind. Your design is novel. Unfortunately, it's of a different style from my design.” At that point, Ashlyn waved a dismissive hand before continuing, “All right, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's resume our discussion on a solution to merge our styles. We've already lost to them in terms of draft submission, but we can't lose anymore when it comes to the competition.”

She had no problems admitting that someone else was on par with her. However, she would never allow anyone to surpass or overshadow her.