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This moment signaled a new era, one where the dance world would be fairer and more just.
Isabella acknowledged the audience with a gracious nod, then turned to Lynda and her friends, her lips curling into a slight smile.
Lynda couldn’t help but mirror the expression, quickly snapping a photo of the moment.
Their very own Isabella was number one.
Rosaline and Gerard were overwhelmed with joy, nearly fainting from the excitement.
Lorpond had secured the top spot, and their hearts swelled with pride.
Isabella was now set to be a judge in the next international competition, representing Lorpond.
Andrew watched her, his eyes brimming with admiration and tenderness. For the first time in years, something in his chest stirred—his long-dormant heart was finally awakening to the thrill of emotion.
After accepting the award, Isabella was swept up in a whirlwind of interviews, her poise and grace shining through each one.
Meanwhile, the judges from Mafelen were not in a good mood. Will’s actions had not only humiliated him but had also tarnished the reputation of all Mafelen judges.
Yet, Will refused to acknowledge his own wrongdoing. Back in the backstage meeting room, when someone reported that Jayden had given Isabella a perfect score, Will’s temper flared. He turned to Jayden, slapping him across the face.
“We’re all from Mafelen, you traitor,” Will spat, his fury boiling over.
Jayden, his eyes blazing with anger, grabbed Will’s wrist. “I’m a dancer first.”
Will’s lips curled into a sneer, his tone laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a naive fool. You really think that dream of yours is worth more than our country’s honor? People like you have no place as a judge in international competitions. I’ll see to it that the president gets rid of you.”
The threat hung heavily in the air, given Will’s close ties to the president of the National Dance Association.
Given Jayden’s strong-willed personality, he was never particularly well-liked within the association.
Now, with this incident, it seemed inevitable that the president would fire him, making Jayden’s life considerably more difficult.
Jayden’s lips tightened, his expression growing darker.
If the association had sunk to such lows, maybe it was time for him to walk away.
This place no longer felt right for him.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, the door burst open, and the president’s assistant rushed in, breathless and visibly tense.
“Everyone, the situation with this dance competition has caught the attention of the former president and the association’s key investors. The president has been dismissed, and a new president has already been appointed.”
A new president?
Everyone instantly became serious. They exchanged quick glances. Since the assistant had come to make the announcement, it meant that the new president was among them. Faces around the room shifted immediately, particularly Will’s.
Will, known for his significant reputation, was confident he would secure the position. “Then tell us, who is the new president?”
“In the spirit of fairness and justice, the new president is…”
The assistant turned to Jayden and announced, “It’s Jayden. As for the rest of you, your actions have embarrassed our country, so the association has decided you will no longer serve as judges. New members will be selected, and ultimately, Jayden will make the final decisions.”
Will and the others were devastated, nearly collapsing to the floor. Their extensive efforts seemed wasted.
“Impossible. We’ve worked solely for the honor of Mafelen. How can the association dismiss us like this?” Will and the others were unconvinced.
However, a glimmer of hope lit up Jayden’s face. He hadn’t anticipated finding light in such a dark moment. “Thank you all for your trust. I am committed to guiding the National Dance Association on the correct path.” Jayden was ecstatic.
“Yes, everyone has great faith in you,” the assistant confirmed.
Outside, Isabella was still being interviewed. The interviews dragged on, until the crowd eventually dispersed. Relieved, Isabella made her way to the parking lot.
As she exited the venue, she ran into Anna. Anna’s gaze held mixed emotions as she looked at Isabella. Isabella remained silent, simply giving Anna a brief look before trying to continue on her way, but Anna stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
“I’m sorry.”
Isabella thought Anna was about to cause trouble again, but surprisingly, Anna lowered her head and apologized sincerely, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Isabella was taken aback.
With tears in her eyes, Anna said to Isabella, “You truly excel at what you do, Isabella. I’m no match for you, yet I ridiculed you. I’m sorry for my ignorance and arrogance. From now on, I aim to learn from you.”
Isabella looked at Anna, her lips curving into a slight smile. “In that case, it seems there is still hope for your future.”
“What?”
“A truly great dancer focuses on crafting the finest dance they can, always trying to outdo themselves and discovering new ways to express themselves, not merely aiming to win first place. We are our own biggest competition,” Isabella said calmly.
Anna was taken aback, feeling embarrassed. Anna had always seen herself as unbeatable and superior to others. However, she had lost sight of the true goal of a dancer, which was to continually improve their craft. Her real challenge should have been against herself. Viewing others as adversaries had only fueled her arrogance.
“I understand now. Thank you for enlightening me,” Anna said, her cheeks reddening. “If I have the opportunity, I’d like to challenge you in Lorpond.”
“Okay.” Isabella nodded.
She then walked toward the parking lot.
Lynda and the others were waiting for Isabella.
“Isabella.” Rosaline ran over excitedly and embraced her. “You are fantastic and truly remarkable. From this moment, you’re my idol.”
Isabella smiled. Gerard also gazed at Isabella, admiration in his eyes, hesitating to act, especially with Andrew close by. Andrew’s gaze moved from Gerard to Isabella, his normally cool eyes warming up.
“Congratulations, Isabella, on winning first place.”
“Yes, congratulations, Isabella,” Lynda said, beaming with pride.
“Thank you all for your encouragement and support,” Isabella responded with a graceful smile.
“You must be tired after all those interviews,” Andrew said softly. “Let me take you all out to dinner.”
“Wow, Isabella, your boyfriend is so thoughtful,” Rosaline teased, giving Isabella’s arm a playful nudge.
Boyfriend?
Isabella’s cheeks flushed a light pink. She wanted to clarify, but seeing everyone joyfully heading to the car, she resigned herself to the misunderstanding.
“Is this going to be too expensive for you?” Isabella asked Andrew.
“Not at all. As your friend, it’s only right to celebrate your success. And honestly, you’ve brought honor to our country. A meal is the least I could give you for that.”
Andrew’s words were so genuine and heartfelt that even Isabella found them reasonable.
After their meal, the group boarded Andrew’s private plane and headed back home.
In Lorpond, the entire country had pinned its hopes on the competition. But when word spread that Isabella had been in a car accident, it felt like the world had come crashing down for the National Dance Association. Netizens were distraught, with comments flooding in online, expressing their worry and despair.
They believed that Isabella was the only one who could bring home the championship, but the news of her accident, followed by the silence, left them devastated.
The only person who seemed to be in a good mood was Kristine, who remained in the hospital. In recent days, neither Glenn nor Elaine had visited her. She knew all too well that they were disappointed in her. Kristine had tried calling them, hoping to argue her case and vent her frustrations, but her attempts were met with silence. As the days passed, unease began to creep in, but she quickly convinced herself that their coldness was because she wasn’t their biological daughter. If it had been Isabella in her place, would they have reacted the same way? Probably not.
Accepting this, she decided there was no use feeling sad. She pushed her discomfort aside until she heard the news—Isabella had been in a car accident. A twisted sense of joy bubbled up inside her.
Kristine had always dreaded the possibility of Isabella winning the championship. If that happened, it would only further overshadow her and deepen her humiliation. But now, things had taken an unexpected turn. Not only had Isabella failed to win, but she had also been in an accident and was now missing.
A thought crept into Kristine’s mind: If Isabella never returned, their parents would have to focus on her as their only daughter. It felt like a gift from the heavens, and Kristine’s spirits soared. She spent her days in the hospital, doing her rehabilitation exercises and gleefully scrolling through the disappointed comments from netizens on her phone.
“It looks like our country has no chance of winning the championship this time.”
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