Feel the Way You Feel, My Love Chapter 339

I guess Jasmine must have known that Mr. Moore would be the person to challenge us when the competition advanced into the quarter-finals. She must have contacted Isabelle regarding the theme of the competition! With that, she’d gain an upper hand in this round!

“Okay, I got it. Don’t worry. I’ll keep my promise to you. I’ll win first place instead of Natalie.” Jasmine’s voice sounded again.

Natalie instantly knew what she was up to based on what she had heard from Jasmine’s conversation with Isabelle and the mention of her name.

All Isabelle wanted is to make use of Jasmine to beat me in the competition. I guess she really hates me!

Natalie smiled weakly to herself before quietly returning to the conference room.

It did not take long before Jasmine appeared in the conference room.

Natalie’s glance went cold when she looked at her confident expression.

Jasmine noticed her stare and turned to lock eyes with her. She even raised her chin in a challenging manner towards Natalie.

“Huh…” Natalie was rather amused.

don’t understand how someone so incompetent has the audacity to provoke

her as she busied herself by preparing her

arrived with Mr. Walford. Mr. Moore walked to the stage and

was a quote that Natalie had never heard of. Judging from the writing style and meaning of the quote, Natalie

challenge was related to the elements

as she looked at Mr. Moore

was seated on the stage as he smiled at the designers who had no idea where to begin. He picked up the mic and said, “You must think that my quote

The crowd nodded.

even asked Mr. Moore to reveal the

an easy guess. Hence, I’ll give you a tip. The answer is on me.

closed his eyes and stopped talking as he placed

crowd wasted no time as they quickly examined him from head to toe, hoping

no exception. She squinted her eyes to focus as she observed him. Finally, she spotted a totem of an ethnic minority marked on the collar of Mr.

smiled and said,

theme is costume

thing in common. Embroidery! It was a common element that the ethnic minorities would

and knew what to design. She hurriedly picked up her pencil

as complicated as yesterday. We aren’t required to make any clothes nor do model catwalks. All we have to do is hand in a design sketch to Mr. Moore. Whoever’s design catches Mr. Moore’s eyes would be

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