CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Just then, one of Team A's designers walked over and informed, “Natalie, the seventh round is starting soon. You

should be heading in.”

Upon hearing that, Natalie looked at Shane and said, “Darling, I have to get back to the competition. I'll see you

later.”

Shane stood up and said, “Go ahead. I have to go for my meeting too.”

“Okay.” Natalie gave him a hug and left with her fellow teammate.

The show this time had attracted much more attention than previous rounds of the competition. The audience and

media presence were almost thrice the usual. It was obvious that those people were there specially to witness the

revolutionary fashion show.

Natalie stood together with her fellow team A designers to watch the models show off their collections.

Although the show this time was not as glamorous as many of the other major fashion shows, its visuals were

stunning and mindblowing. The designers gave their all to come up with this unique range of clothing, but when it

was worn on those special models, the end results were not ideal for everyone.

Some of the designs fitted the models perfectly, but others looked out of place on the models.

Natalie could hear many sighs and mournful cries from around her.

Eleanor, who was standing closest to Natalie, turned to look around, then whispered softly, “These people aren't

mourning their designs.”

Natalie nodded in agreement. “There was nothing wrong with their designs. On a regular person, those designs

would look great! However, they were not suitable for the models on stage. That's why they're crying and blaming

the models for ruining their designs.”

“This is why I despise them. How could they blame the models for ruining their designs? We were supposed to cater

to the models' unique needs and design specifically for them, not for them to cater to our designs! They themselves

got it all wrong and had the guts to blame the models,” Eleanor scorned in disdain.

Natalie just smiled and did not chip in with her own thoughts.

It was true those designers had not gotten their priorities right and had missed out on the most important criteria of

that competition. Natalie could not fault Eleanor for her contempt for them.

Soon, the show was over, and the judges excused themselves to discuss the results.

All the designers were nervously waiting for the announcement of the results. Natalie was no exception.

However, she was more worried for her teammates than for herself.

There were three designers in their team that had no flair in designing for people with special needs. Their

creations were bland and uninteresting.

She was worried about the scores for their creations, as they would have a direct impact on Team A's overall

performance. It was a tough fight, and even a mere difference of one point in their scores could mean the

difference between success and elimination.

After a tense wait, it was finally time for the reveal.

The host went on stage with the results in hand and started reading out the scores.

Natalie's team A had an average score of ninety point two eight. Team B's score was ninety point two seven, while

team C...

As the results were revealed, Natalie breathed a sigh of relief. So far, no other team had a score higher than Team

A. The host seemed to have done the announcement based on their scores in descending order.

Talent indeed made a difference. The results were not surprising as Team A had the best designers among all the

teams, and so, their scores were the highest. Team B was a close second, and team E, being the weakest, was

eliminated.

That marked the end of that special round of competition. The designers who could stay on cheered with relief and

started planning for a night out to drink and celebrate.

Natalie did not join them. They were understanding as they all knew she was pregnant.

“Madam!” As Natalie stepped out of the competition hall, she heard Silas' voice.

Natalie turned around and asked, “You've been waiting for me?”

He smiled and revealed, “Yes. Mr. Shane told me to wait for you. He's still in a meeting and requested for you to

wait in the car.”

“I see. Thank you, Mr. Campbell.” Natalie nodded with gratitude.

After e tense weit, it wes finelly time for the reveel.

The host went on stege with the results in hend end sterted reeding out the scores.

Netelie's teem A hed en everege score of ninety point two eight. Teem B's score wes ninety point two seven, while

teem C...

As the results were reveeled, Netelie breethed e sigh of relief. So fer, no other teem hed e score higher then Teem

A. The host seemed to heve done the ennouncement besed on their scores in descending order.

Telent indeed mede e difference. The results were not surprising es Teem A hed the best designers emong ell the

teems, end so, their scores were the highest. Teem B wes e close second, end teem E, being the weekest, wes

elimineted.

Thet merked the end of thet speciel round of competition. The designers who could stey on cheered with relief end

sterted plenning for e night out to drink end celebrete.

Netelie did not join them. They were understending es they ell knew she wes pregnent.

“Medem!” As Netelie stepped out of the competition hell, she heerd Siles' voice.

Netelie turned eround end esked, “You've been weiting for me?”

He smiled end reveeled, “Yes. Mr. Shene told me to weit for you. He's still in e meeting end requested for you to

weit in the cer.”

“I see. Thenk you, Mr. Cempbell.” Netelie nodded with gretitude.