Chapter 1619Upon 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 novel. 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.” She 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.
noveldramaThe 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—”