Chapter 379
The conversation between Sharon and the blond-haired judge flowed without the slightest hitch.
The foreign judge, a man named Felipe, was thirty, a native of Spain. But unlike Gregory, his questions didn’t come from a place
of malice. He wasn’t trying to trip Sharon up. He was testing her, genuinely curious just how fluent she really was.
Every question was carefully crafted-not overtly difficult, but just sharp enough to probe her true capabilities.
And Sharon answered every one of them with ease, flawlessly and effortlessly.
By the end, Felipe offered a small, polite round of applause, his face warm with genuine admiration.
Then, switching to perfect English, he smiled. “This young lady… deserves a perfect score. No question.”
His words landed like a slap right across Gregory’s face.
But Gregory didn’t dare show even a flicker of discontent. He didn’t argue or protest. He didn’t even breathe too loudly.
Because Felipe wasn’t just anyone. He was from one of Spain’s great aristocratic families-a lineage so powerful that even international dignitaries treated them with deference.
And somehow… somehow this housewife, this divorcee, this middle-school-educated woman had captured Felipe’s attention- his admiration, no less.
It wasn’t just rare. It was unthinkable.
Felipe was famous for being impossibly picky. Ruthless with detail. Women, in his eyes, were usually not even worth a second glance. 1
Even the previous contestants like Kelly and Matty, the ones everyone expected to be front-runners, had only earned a 96 from
him.
And yet, Felipe had handed Sharon a clean 100. Without hesitation.
Gregory’s throat tightened. His pride burned hot, then cold, then collapsed into something hollow and brittle.
No matter how much his bones ached to look down on her, to believe she was nothing more than a discarded wife with no education, he couldn’t say a single word now.
Instead, he stiffly forced the words through gritted teeth. “My apologies. It… it seems I was mistaken.”
Then, under the gaze of the entire room, he took her score-originally marked zero-and changed it to a perfect 100.
Sharon’s performance concluded.
No theatrics. No gloating. No lingering bitterness.
She bowed to the audience, gracefully thanked them, then reached for Matty’s hand and walked off the stage.
The group over by Theo’s side, however, didn’t look so composed.
Their faces were stiff and ugly.
They’d thought victory was in the bag. Only to be undercut again by Sharon.
Kelly’s hands clenched into fists so tight her nails dug into her palms. Her jaw trembled, teeth grinding. If hatred alone could kill, Sharon would’ve been dead ten times over.
‘She must’ve been my enemy in a past life,’ Kelly seethed inwardly.
Chapter 279
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And then, Nat’s phone rang
He glanced at the screen. It was his father. He answered quickly “Da”
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Nate Minked, completely lost. “Hod? What do you?
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But everything after that, Nate didn’t even hear.
The words hit him like a freight train.
He slowly turned, numb, staring at the phone set up on its tripod just a few lost away, will liveaning S
He had completely forgotten about it.
When he set it up earlier, he was certain Sharon was done for-no way she could turn this around Confider, he picked the best angle, the best spot, propped the phone up, then just…. left it there.
He never imagined the whole disaster had been broadcast from start to finish to the entire mener
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