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 . 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.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe had no problems admitting that someone else was on par with her. However, she
would never allow anyone to surpass or overshadow her.
As such, she could not lose to Lina, no matter what.
Meanwhile, Lina was entirely oblivious to Ashlyn's thoughts. After submitting her draft and
stepping out of the competition hall, she suddenly started laughing.
Walking beside her, Natalie eyed her and asked, “You purposefully provoked Ashlyn just
now, didn't you?”
Lina chuckled. “Bingo, Nat. I did it on purpose. She and her partner haven't yet figured out
a way to revise their designs. So, I spurred them on, provoking her to give her a sense of
crisis. Perhaps by doing so, they'll come up with an idea soon and catch up with us in no
time.”
“Such reverse psychology is effective, but Lina, aren't you afraid that it'll backfire?”
“Backfire?” Lina stared at Natalie in puzzlement.
The latter grunted in assent, then explained, “What if Ashlyn and her partner don't go all
out to catch up with you because of your words? Instead, their rage may affect their
mood, and they may fail to come up with any improvement. Then—”