The podium was right next to the doors to the conference room.
When Liam pushed Jasmine past the podium, Natalie noticed Jasmine’s lashes flutter subtly.
Realization dawned on her. Jasmine is pretending to be unconscious!
Natalie released a sardonic laugh. I really have underestimated her shamelessness.
To avoid explaining her design concept, she even went as far as pretending to faint. How revolting!
After Jasmine was sent to the infirmary, the branch president stopped the live stream and announced the results of this competition round.
The crowd gradually dispersed and soon, there were only a few people left in the huge conference room.
Alfred was sorting out the four selected design drawings when Natalie approached him.
Alfred smiled at her. “Nat, you came just at the right time. Are you interested in selling your design?”
“Sure.” Natalie nodded.
Yes, please. I’m short of money.
But even if she wasn’t short of money, she would still sell her design because her studio was going on the path of promoting a more affordable range of clothing at the moment and couldn’t even be considered an accessible luxury brand. Hence, her studio simply did not have the ability to carry such a top-quality and luxurious design.
“How about selling it to me then? You know I’m a huge fan of national customs and that I’ve studied it for most of my life. In fact, I’ve practically learned everything there is to know about it, so I’ve currently switched to studying the elements of ethnic minority clothing and coincidently, I’m lacking this particular type of design.” Alfred picked up Natalie’s design drawing.
Natalie chuckled softly. “Of course, I’ll sell it to you.”
“That’s great! Don’t worry. I won’t pay you a penny less than what you deserve.” Alfred put down the design and picked up Jasmine’s.
Natalie pursed her lips. “Alfred, are you planning to buy Jasmine’s design as well?”
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