“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.
The name of Jessie Syke happened to be an amalgamation of Jasmine’s and Susan’s initials.
“That’s right.” Joyce nodded. “Why are you asking such strange questions? Is this Jessie Syke someone you know?”
Natalie shook her head. “I don’t know a Jessie, but I knew a Jasmine.”
Joyce was stunned but pulled herself together, though her eyes remained wide in disbelief. “Nat, are you implying that this could be Jasmine?”
Natalie nodded. “That’s right. Don’t you think that J.S. is an amalgamation of Jasmine and Susan?”
“You’re right! Good eye.” Joyce exhaled sharply. “I did not notice that. But we have already established that Jasmine had died from jumping off a building.”
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