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Some even pushed Isabella, but she quickly grabbed the wrist of one aggressor. The aggressor trembled under her cold stare.
Isabella’s look was fierce!
She let go of the person’s wrist and turned to the crying Eliza. “Eliza, you say I’m responsible. Where’s your proof? If just talking was enough to prove guilt, we wouldn’t need police—your words would be enough!”
Eliza clenched her teeth, upset at being mocked.
“The security cameras will show the truth. After I left, you were the only one who entered!” Eliza argued.
“Yes, let’s see the security footage!”
Someone immediately went to fetch the staff.
When the footage was examined, it did show that after Eliza left, only Isabella went into the lounge. This seemed to prove Isabella was guilty.
“Eliza’s dress was intact when she entered, but after Isabella entered, it was damaged. It must have been Isabella!” someone exclaimed.
“It’s shocking that she appears so decent yet harbors such spite. She shouldn’t be allowed to compete.”
“‘Hand over your dress to Eliza and get out of the competition, you witch!”
The crowd’s voices grew louder, stirring up turmoil.
Eliza’s expression was a mix of grievance and triumph, a cold smile briefly crossing her features. Since Isabella decided to join the competition, Eliza would ensure it cost her dearly. Her plan to tarnish Isabella’s reputation gleamed clearly in her mind, and she felt very confident about it.
However, Isabella was not easily pushed around. Observing the dress Eliza held, she quickly deduced the ploy. The dress was far too plain for Eliza’s liking; it was undoubtedly a setup. Isabella had entered the lounge not as a contestant but in her capacity as a judge, merely to assess the situation.
“You think this will work? I could just as easily say you damaged the dress yourself to set me up,” Isabella responded coolly, her voice steady and unaffected by Eliza’s tactics.
Eliza’s frustration was palpable, her voice laced with a mix of accusation and disbelief. “Isabella, I know you’re upset about parting ways with the Chapman family, but resorting to schemes against me like this is low. I’m about to perform. Why would I sabotage my own dress?”
The crowd around Eliza nodded in agreement, rallying to her defense. “Eliza has no reason to do such a thing,” one person chimed in. Another added, “She wouldn’t jeopardize her future just to frame you.”
“Enough talking; let’s get the officials involved,” someone else said angrily, hurrying off to fetch the competition officials.
Shortly, a competition official, who was also Trevor’s secretary, arrived on the scene. She was taken aback to find Isabella embroiled in the controversy. As the situation was quickly explained to her, her expression grew stern. “So, you’re suggesting that this young lady deliberately ruined Eliza’s dress to stop her from competing?”
“Yes, we’ve dedicated years to perfecting our dance for moments like these. It’s disgraceful that someone would stoop so low! She shouldn’t even be allowed to compete!” The crowd’s accusations grew louder and more intense.
Eliza, meanwhile, played the part of the aggrieved party perfectly, tears welling up as she addressed Isabella. “I didn’t want it to come to this, Isabella, but you’ve crossed the line trying to keep me out of the competition just because you felt threatened by me.”
The secretary was shocked by Eliza’s words. This woman standing before them was… Isabella! Several dances they had been practicing were actually her original choreographies, making the accusations against her extremely ironic and unfounded. A talented dancer like her had no reason to fear competition from Eliza. Yet here she was, caught in a web of deceit spun by Eliza.
The secretary, Trevor’s key aide, tried to maintain her composure amid the escalating drama. Everyone thought Isabella was surely done for. The secretary’s next words could potentially ruin Isabella’s reputation and career in dance. Eliza felt even more pleased now.
However, when the secretary spoke, her words took everyone by surprise. “She’s not a contestant,” she stated coldly.
Misinterpreting her statement, the crowd jeered, believing Isabella had been disqualified. “Did you hear that? You’re expelled from the competition!”
Eliza, with a smug sense of victory, looked at Isabella, offering a deceptive olive branch. “Isabella, if you apologize now, I might just let this slide and allow you to stay in the competition.”
“You wish!” Isabella retorted sharply, her tone laden with disdain for Eliza’s scheming.
Eliza was taken aback. Her fleeting satisfaction quickly turned to irritation. The gall of this girl to mock her in such a critical moment was astounding! But Eliza, assured of her victory and Isabella’s disqualification, already felt content with the result.
“Thank you for ensuring fairness and justice, madam. I had no doubt that our competition would maintain its integrity, and this decision will undoubtedly put everyone’s minds at ease,” Eliza said confidently, looking directly at the secretary. “Though this dress was ruined, I’ll find another and compete with my full dedication.”
Her words and demeanor garnered her additional approval from the onlookers. “Eliza is such a kind woman!” “She is so cool! Despite her tough upbringing, she’s maintained such a noble character. Truly, descendants of distinguished families are different!”
As the crowd showered Eliza with praise, the secretary’s expression darkened, her patience thinning. Abruptly, she turned to Isabella. “Come here,” she said.
The crowd, buzzing with anticipation, eagerly awaited what they presumed would be Isabella’s punishment. Yet, when Isabella stood beside the secretary, the secretary unveiled a stunning revelation. “This lady is one of our judges! Look closely! Do you really think that someone who is good enough to be a judge would stoop to sabotaging a contestant?”
The announcement sent shockwaves through the audience.
A judge? But this woman was the same age as them! How could this be possible?
Eliza, caught off-guard and flustered, blurted out, “Madam, there must be some mistake. How could she be a judge?”
“Do you think I’m that foolish?” the secretary retorted sharply. Working under Trevor for many years had given the secretary a notable presence. She confidently pulled the judge’s ID card from Isabella’s pocket and held it up. “Do you need more proof than this?”
Isabella was indeed a qualified judge!
The revelation silenced the crowd, their expressions shifting from disdain to awe. How had someone so young achieved the status of a judge? It suggested that she was not just talented but exceptionally so.
The secretary was thoroughly disappointed with these people and turned to leave, but Eliza called out, “Even if she’s a judge, that doesn’t absolve her. My dress was slashed when she was in the lounge!”
The onlookers, now torn, struggled with this new twist. Could Eliza really have damaged her own dress?
Regaining her composure, Eliza pressed on. “I don’t care how she got to be a judge. The fact remains she tampered with my dress! Is someone capable of such actions fit to judge us?”
Her words were calculated, aimed at undermining Isabella’s integrity regardless of her official role.
Isabella, her patience wearing thin, responded with a cool firmness, “Eliza, your performance should be over now. The competition is about to start.”
Her gaze was sharp, cutting through the tension, signaling her annoyance.
“Performance? Why would I jeopardize my own future to do that?” Eliza sobbed, her voice shaky with emotion. “Isabella, I know you hold a grudge against me. Even as a judge, you couldn’t resist the urge to sabotage me!”
A voice from the crowd chimed in, bolstering Eliza’s claim. “Yeah… the surveillance footage shows Isabella was the last person near the dress.”
Another spectator added fuel to the fire. “Being a judge doesn’t absolve her of suspicion, right?”
Murmurs of agreement spread.
“And really, how did she even become a judge at her age? Maybe she’s threatened by Eliza’s talent and wanted to undermine her. This is terrifying to think a judge would act out of such fear and jealousy.”
The crowd’s initial shock turned back to suspicion, fueled by Eliza’s emotional plea and the evidence right in front of them. They also began to question how Isabella became a judge.
Their gazes shifted towards Isabella, mingling curiosity with scorn as they reconsidered her role and integrity. The secretary, at a loss for words, stood silently, her concern for the future of the dance community growing heavier by the moment.
Eliza, fueled by a mix of anger and desperation, confronted Isabella directly. “Isabella, you owe me an explanation today!”
Supporting cries came from the crowd. “Yeah, we need an explanation! Just because you’re a judge doesn’t give you the right to sabotage a contestant’s dress!”
Isabella responded with a slow, sarcastic clap. “Eliza, what a performance you’re giving. Alright, let’s clear this up.” She gestured towards the dress Eliza clutched. “If I really cut your dress, it should have my fingerprints. Let’s have it tested.”
Eliza’s confidence wavered momentarily. She hadn’t anticipated Isabella proposing such a practical solution. Scrambling to maintain her narrative, she retorted, “You’re just trying to delay things; I still have to get ready to compete!”
Isabella shot back with a sneer, “Didn’t you already have your competition dress prepared?”
The atmosphere shifted palpably as the crowd’s confusion deepened, their eyes turning toward Eliza, whose heart raced with apprehension. Her voice wavered as she asserted, “What are you talking about? This was the dress I was supposed to compete in!”
“Is that so?” Isabella responded, her tone laced with skepticism. She turned to the event staff and added, “Could you check her locker in the dressing room, please?”
Eliza, sensing her control slipping, protested, “No, you can’t just search my locker!”
Isabella’s reply was frosty. “The lockers are for your use but remain the property of the competition organizers. You need to get your facts straight, Eliza.”
Seizing the moment to clarify the situation, the secretary commanded, “Go check!”
A staff member quickly complied and soon returned, presenting a stunning deep blue gown that shimmered with exquisite detailing. The gown, significantly more beautiful than the one Eliza claimed was damaged, elicited gasps from the crowd.
“It’s gorgeous!”
“What a beautiful dress!”
“So, this one is Eliza’s intended competition dress?” someone whispered.
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