Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Natalie nodded. “Do you mean Project Rebirth?”

“Yes! The black horse I’m talking about was the chief designer of that fashion show. Those clothes were simply too amazing! Anyone could tell that the person who designed them is every bit as talented as those top-class designers. It’s just a pity that she doesn’t have much fame. I believe the person, who will be chosen to represent our country, is going to be her,” the designer said confidently as he stroked his chin.

Natalie bowed her head and shook with silent laughter.

Initially, she wanted to get some information on this black horse, so she could get an idea about who she was up against.

Seeing her chortle, the designer felt a little displeased. “What are you laughing about?”

Natalie waved her hands in apology and replied, “Nothing, nothing! Thanks for telling me about this. I’ll do my best to be selected as the country’s representative.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her notebook and stood up, hugging it to her chest.

The designer seemed rather dazed at her words. Suddenly, he snapped out of his reverie and pointed at her in shock. “You—you are that…”

“Shh!” Natalie brought a finger to her lips, asking him not to expose her identity. “No one else should know who I am.”

with glee. He looked at Natalie as though she was his idol and said, “Ooh, I got it,

See you in a bit.” Natalie waved cheerfully at him and left

of the meeting room,

He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, a cigarette that he was already halfway through. A small

help herself, Natalie slowed down and stared at

a whiff of cigarette smoke on his clothes. However, she had never

very own eyes. He looked very cool, and the cigarette lent him

her thoughts, Shane flicked away the ash on his cigarette. He suddenly looked up and stared straight at

snapped out of her daze and jerked her head up and down slightly as a form of reply. She then walked straight past him and made

and darted forward after Natalie,

found herself toppling straight

of her head

let out a grunt. He let go of her arm immediately

furrowed in pain. Sweat was beading his brows, and his eyes were narrowed in agony. Quite evidently, he had been

and asked,