Chapter 199
The auditorium fell into dead silence.
Sebastian Valdemar's deep voice resonated through the air like a hammer striking every heart.
Fiona Valentine's lips curled slightly. She never expected Mr. Valdemar to personally intervene for her.
This was an extraordinary honor.
She felt one step closer to becoming Mrs. Valdemar.
Evelyn Roland clenched the score sheet until her knuckles turned white.
Her icy gaze locked onto Sebastian, filled with silent accusation.
"Mr. Valdemar, are you questioning the judges' professionalism?"
Sebastian met her stare with unfathomable depth. "You're overthinking, Ms. Roland."
He addressed the room. "The competition results require further verification."
Evelyn lowered her lashes, masking her disappointment.
This so-called verification was merely saving face for capital.
The irony almost made her laugh.
Fiona stood on stage, eyes glistening.
Though disqualified, Sebastian's protection warmed her heart.
She shot Evelyn a venomous glare.
This woman ruined everything!
Without her interference, the trophy would already be in her hands.
"Fiona!"
A shrill voice pierced the air.
Fiona turned to see Felix Valentine sprinting toward her with his ridiculous red hair.
"Get lost!" She recoiled from his touch.
Felix persisted. "Just let me explain—"
Slap!
Fiona's palm connected sharply with his cheek.
Another crisp slap echoed outside the venue.
Fiona clutched her stinging face, staring in shock at her parents.
"Dad...Mom?"
Mr. Valentine trembled with rage. "You've disgraced our family name!"
Mrs. Valentine wiped tears. "How could you do this?"
Tears spilled down Fiona's cheeks.
She fled down the corridor, heels clicking frantically.
When Felix caught up, he found the Valentines' thunderous expressions.
He gulped and retreated silently.
Inside, Sebastian's phone vibrated.
A frown creased his brow as he read the message.
Evelyn noticed his tension, her stomach knotting.
"Business calls, Mr. Valdemar?" She forced lightness into her voice.
Sebastian pocketed his phone. "Excuse me."
His abrupt departure left Evelyn's heart sinking.
Fiona repaired her makeup in the restroom mirror.
The reflection showed swollen eyes and smudged foundation.
Biting her lip, she dialed a number.
"It's me."
"We need to accelerate the plan."
Hanging up, she flashed the mirror a chilling smile.
"Evelyn Roland...this isn't over."