Chapter 92

Chapter 92:

Madisyn and Andrew chatted lightly, and soon after, she drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, Andrew, though on a business trip, found himself stepping out of a crucial meeting to make a phone call. The executives in the meeting were left confused by his sudden departure, but his assistant understood the reason. Stepping outside, he found his usually stern boss smiling warmly into his phone—something rare for Andrew. The assistant returned to the conference room with this knowledge, careful not to reveal the truth behind Andrew’s unusual behavior.

When Andrew re-entered the room, he resumed his typical authoritative demeanor. Tapping the table decisively, he announced, “Let’s continue,” effortlessly returning to his work.

The next morning, Madisyn woke refreshed, unlike the others who sported dark circles from a sleepless night. Lynda greeted her with a smile, offering breakfast and reminding everyone to stay calm in the first round of the competition. The key, she said, was to avoid mistakes.

As they ate, Madisyn shared a lighthearted tip: “If you’re nervous, imagine your opponents as cabbages and the judges as vegetables.” Rosaline and Gerard laughed at the suggestion, the tension in the room easing slightly.

Once they finished, they made their way to the competition venue, where contestants were drawing lots to determine their order of performance. Everyone was on edge, exchanging polite but brief greetings.

When they encountered Anna and Julie, Julie couldn’t resist taunting them. After seeing Madisyn’s number, 78, Julie sneered, “How lucky for you. Can’t wait to see how you embarrass your country.”

Lynda was ready to fire back, but Madisyn, calm and composed, replied, “Who will embarrass their country isn’t determined yet. I look forward to your performance too. Let’s see who really ends up embarrassed.”

Julie’s face darkened, but Anna, uninterested in the confrontation, simply said, “Let’s go get ready.” With that, they left, their arrogant attitudes lingering behind them.

Several competitors approached Madisyn after the exchange, impressed by her bravery in standing up to the intimidating Mafelen dancers. One even gave her a thumbs-up, and another remarked, “I can’t stand their arrogance. They act like they’re the only ones who matter.”

Madisyn’s confident demeanor had earned her respect from her peers. Lynda, standing by her side, smiled proudly, knowing Madisyn would hold her own against the competition.

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