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“I’m calling the police right now,” Lynda declared, her fingers trembling as she dialed.
As the enemy cars tightened their noose, Isabella braced herself, prepared for another daring maneuver. Yet before she could act, the scene shifted dramatically.
The four menacing vehicles suddenly scattered as if swatted by an unseen force. A cadre of jeeps burst onto the scene, their arrival as sudden as it was forceful, sending the black cars reeling.
Isabella and Lynda watched, stunned, as the jeeps formed a protective circle around them.
“Who are these people?” Lynda asked, bewildered. Could it be the police?
But the familiar faces emerging from the jeeps brought a surge of relief.
Isabella’s gaze locked onto one man stepping forward, her eyes reddening.
She stepped out of the car and moved toward the figure. Andrew approached swiftly, gripping her shoulders with concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked urgently.
“We’re fine. How did you find us?” Isabella inquired, her eyes tracing his face, glowing with intensity.
“I tried calling, but when you didn’t answer, I tracked you down,” Andrew replied, his gaze full of relief.
Lynda joined them quickly. “Well, if you hadn’t arrived in time, I don’t know what would’ve happened. The attackers are likely from the Mafelen National Dance Association, trying to prevent Isabella from winning—by any means necessary.”
Andrew’s expression darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes. “These people will pay for what they did.”
But Isabella interjected, her voice calm yet firm, “Wait, don’t do anything just yet. Let’s capture all of them first.”
Her gaze shifted to the assailants in the black cars, considering their next move.
“Okay,” Andrew agreed, swiftly capturing the assailants according to Isabella’s directions. Afterward, Isabella and Lynda made their way back to the hotel suite with Andrew accompanying them.
Both Rosaline and Gerard were surprised by their return.
“Isabella, Miss Patton! You’re still alive!” Gerard exclaimed.
“Why are you so thrilled?” Isabella inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“I just saw a news report online claiming you two were in a car accident!” Rosaline explained, concern written all over her face. She quickly pulled up the article on her phone and showed it to Isabella. “I was so worried! Can you tell us what happened?”
Lynda quickly summarized the situation, leaving Rosaline gasping with her hand over her mouth.
“How could those people from Mafelen be so cruel? This is too much! The news has already reached home. We need to tell our side of the story, or everyone will start panicking,” Rosaline insisted, her voice trembling with shock.
“No, let’s not share anything yet,” Isabella said firmly. “Since they want me out of the competition, I’ll just give them a big surprise.”
Isabella’s determination seemed to reassure everyone. They opted to remain in the hotel and disregard the ongoing news.
The following day marked the final round of the international dance competition. This time, an even larger crowd had gathered, eager to witness the climactic performances.
Backstage, Julie, who had been eliminated in the earlier round, approached Anna, who had advanced to the final.
“Anna, did you catch the news online? Isabella and her team leader were in a car accident. Haha, it seems the universe is on our side. She’s out of the picture, so you’re facing no serious rivals,” Julie said, a smug grin spreading across her face.
Anna just gave a small nod, unsurprised by the news.
Julie looked at Bill and Anna’s expressions and suddenly it clicked. “Mr. Carman, did you have a hand in this?”
Bill shot Julie a stern look. Realizing she had spoken out of turn, Julie quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Anna turned to Bill and asked, “But why haven’t there been any updates?”
The people they sent to sabotage Isabella had gone silent, as though they had vanished into thin air.
Bill tried to guess, saying, “Maybe they got caught by the police. However, Isabella didn’t show up today. If she made it out, she likely got hurt and couldn’t compete in the final.”
Anna nodded, took a sip of water, and prepared herself for the competition.
Deep down, she had looked forward to competing against Isabella. Who would have emerged as the true champion between them? Yet, the National Dance Association of Mafelen couldn’t afford to see Anna lose, so they ensured Isabella was out of the picture.
Anna gathered herself and prepared for her performance.
With twenty contestants left in the final, each performed in sequence. Isabella was scheduled to perform last, but she was nowhere to be found.
Anna was the second last to perform, and her dance captivated everyone, drawing thunderous applause from the crowd.
The judges were thoroughly impressed. Everyone believed Anna would claim the championship.
The Mafelen judges exchanged knowing looks, their smugness evident. Securing the championship for the sixth year in a row was a historic achievement for their country! This victory further solidified their nation’s dominance in the world of dance.
Additionally, there were six judges in total. Only the annual champion could become a judge, and with five judges already from Mafelen, another victory would mean all six judges would be from their nation, allowing them to control future competitions.
The Mafelen crowd was ecstatic, while competitors from other nations felt the weight of impending defeat. They realized that with all judges from Mafelen, their future chances of winning were slim. They all hoped the next performer, regardless of nationality, could dazzle the crowd and challenge Mafelen’s dominance.
Sadly, no subsequent performer outshined Anna.
“The final contestant is Isabella Patton from Lorpond!” the host announced before stepping off the stage.
But the stage remained empty.
The atmosphere grew tense.
Many in the audience were aware that something bad had happened to Isabella. If she couldn’t compete, Mafelen was certain to claim the championship, casting a shadow over the future of the international dance world.
Tension gripped the audience, while the Mafelen supporters remained calm, their smiles brimming with confidence.
Backstage, Anna watched the empty stage, her feelings conflicted.
But underneath it all, Anna felt a wave of relief wash over her.
Isabella’s dancing skills indeed scared her. Yet now, without Isabella in the competition, Anna was convinced that the championship was hers for the taking.
As she began to mentally prepare herself for the stage, she could already picture the moment she would be crowned the youngest champion in the international dance competition.
“It’s been a minute already. If Isabella from Lorpond doesn’t show up in the next two minutes, she’ll be considered to have forfeited,” one of the judges called out from below the stage.
The atmosphere grew even more charged, with everyone’s eyes fixed on the stage. They were waiting to see what would happen next.
“It looks like Isabella won’t be showing up,” the host declared as he stepped back onto the stage.
But then, a sudden blur of motion caught everyone’s attention. A figure streaked across the stage from the side—so swift and fluid that no one could quite grasp how she moved. It was as if a beam of silver moonlight had pierced through the dark, instantly igniting a spark of hope in the audience’s eyes.
It was Isabella. She had arrived just in time, barely within the two-minute deadline.
The host, stunned, had no choice but to retreat and make way for her performance.
The judges from Mafelen exchanged surprised glances. They had heard that Isabella had been caught in a car accident—how had she managed to show up now?
Backstage, Anna’s gaze locked onto the display screen, her eyes widening in shock as if she had seen a ghost.
Beside her, Bill frowned deeply before letting out a derisive laugh. “This Isabella, she’s really cunning. She kept quiet about her situation just to throw us off, then swooped in at the last second to catch us off guard.”
Anna’s hands clenched into fists, tension coiling in her chest. Sensing her unease, Bill leaned in, whispering reassurances. “But don’t stress. We’ve got Plan B. Remember, we’ve worked hard to get five of our dancers onto the judging panel—only we know the lengths we’ve gone to for this situation. This championship is yours, without a doubt.”
Anna’s eyes lowered, her long lashes casting shadows over her cheeks. A heavy weight settled in her heart. She had wanted to win fair and square. Would Isabella’s performance outshine hers?
Bill, noticing Anna’s continued unease, tried to bolster her confidence. “Alright, Anna, don’t worry. I know you are a strong and independent woman. The dance I gave you was crafted by the best in the industry, tailored just for you. Isabella doesn’t stand a chance against that.”
Anna nodded, feeling a flicker of reassurance as she looked back at Isabella.
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