Chapter 1296 Grandma Granger looked at Guy and said, "What are you doing, being stunned there? Do you want her to suffer?"
Guy reacted as he took the needle and pricked himself again.
Britney's eyes widened at the turn of events, unable to believe what she saw.
Drats! How could that be? Why were things different from what she expected? 1 How could that old woman forgive Chris so easily?
She was rooted where she stood as she watched Guy stabbed the needle into Charmine's arm.
Would Charmine be able to compete after all?
Britney knew things were not in their favor, so she hastily turned and walked back into the venue.
The scene was chaotic.
The host called out from the stage once more, "Burlington's representative, Charmine Jordan, you have two more minutes. If you don't show up, you'll forfeit your chance."
Those from other nations, meanwhile, cheered in unison, "Forfeit! Forfeit!
Forfeit! Last prize! Last prize!"
Wayne, Uncle Sam, Uncle Pop, and others sweat bullets. Where did Charmine go?
They could not call her!
When the representative of Kansas noticed how Wayne panicked, he scoffed coldly, "Whatâs wrong? Werenât you so confident earlier? What I think is that she saw the dancing candidate as too competitive. She didn't want to lose, so she was too scared to come up on stage, isn't that right?" 1 "Hahahaha!" Representatives of other nations guffawed at that. Wayne's face turned pale.
Time was running out, yet Charmine was nowhere to be seen...
Did Burlington have to forfeit after all?
Burlington would be ashamed for at least the next ten years if they did!
Waverly, who was on the VIP seat, smirked with her red lips. She looked at the yelling crowd with satisfaction.
Charmine would not show up in that remaining one minute, Burlington would lose!
Suddenly...
Just as Waverly felt gratified, Britney rushed over in a hurry. "Itâs bad! The old woman simply forgave Chris, and Charmine is now receiving the needle!" "What!?"
Waverly's expression faltered as she looked at the time-50 seconds left!
She stood up as she scrambled to think of how to stop Charmine in the next 50 seconds when the hall fell silent. It was followed by a loud cheer...
Waverly looked over to see Charmine walking over in her black gown with a box at hand. She made her way up to the stage.
Charmine exuded an air of confidence as she said, "My apologies for my untimeliness."
The host looked at the time and said gently, "Forty seconds left. Youâre not late! Let's start."
Waverly's face turned paler at that. She looked like a deflated ball as she fell back onto her seat.
Britney looked at Charmine, who was the center of attention, and whispered, "Why don't we ask people to drag her down now?"
"Idiot!
Waverly glared at her darkly. She raised her hand and wanted to slap her face before she suddenly remembered she was in public.
She put down her hand and kicked Britney's ankle with her heels and stood on her.
Britney bit her lips and did not speak up.
After a while, Waverly retrieved her long, skinny leg as if nothing happened. She remained seated elegantly.
"Get out!"
Britney's ankle was in so much pain, yet all she could do was nod politely before she walked away in pain.
On the stage, Charmine laid out her paper and dipped the high-end ink with her brush.
She instinctively turned her gaze toward the VIP seats.
When she saw Anthony and Chris seated among the people, she was reassured and made a gesture.