Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 154:

“Evie is still putting on an act. How absurd! The guise of innocence really comes in many forms these days!” one audience member remarked.

Evie, trembling with rage and staring at Erica’s smug look, raised her hand and delivered a slap across Erica’s face.

Erica, caught off guard, stared back at Evie in disbelief. “How could you slap me! Are you lashing out because you’re embarrassed?”

Giana scowled. “Evie, you’ve stolen my work, and now you resort to hitting? That’s despicable!”

“Hmph, even if it gets me disqualified, I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill of beating this bitch!” Evie spat out, then charged at Erica, pushing her to the floor and slapping her multiple times.

Erica was too shocked to respond initially, and by the time she gathered herself, her face throbbed from the repeated slaps. “Ah! Let go of me!”

The judges watched, dumbfounded.

They had never witnessed a contestant so bold as to strike someone so openly, completely disregarding her own reputation!

“Security! Come quickly and intervene!” one of the judges called out.

The security guards hurried over and held Evie back. At that moment, Madisyn approached calmly. “Hold on a second.”

“Madisyn,” Giana glared at her sharply. “Your artist was assaulting someone, and you just watched?”

“And why didn’t you defend your friend when she was being attacked?” Madisyn retorted.

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Giana was at a loss for words.

With Evie behaving so wildly, if she had intervened, wouldn’t she have been attacked too?

Attempting to change the subject, Giana said, “Take your artist and leave. Don’t cause more trouble here.”

“It appears that the real troublemakers have always been you,” Madisyn responded coolly, giving Giana a look that felt like she was staring at a stranger.

Giana shivered under Madisyn’s intense gaze, suddenly aware of how formidable Madisyn could be.

When Madisyn finally diverted her gaze, Giana collected herself and asked sharply, “Madisyn, what are you implying?”

Giana was aware that even Madisyn would struggle to reverse the situation this time. Lacking evidence was their main hurdle.

Feeling reassured in Madisyn’s presence yet powerless, Evie whispered to her, “Madisyn, perhaps we should let it go. We don’t have any proof, and nobody’s going to take our word for it. I’m furious! It must be Erica’s scheming. That two-faced bitch! After the competition, I’ll force her to admit what she did.”

Madisyn’s eyebrows rose slightly in amusement. How could Andrew and Evie be related when their ways of thinking were so disparate?

“Erica, you mentioned you saw Evie leave the room. What time was it?” Madisyn asked, turning her attention to Erica.

Erica answered, “It was late. I can’t say the exact time. I assumed she had something urgent to attend to and would return shortly, but she didn’t come back.”

“Really? So, do you normally sleep with your door open?” Madisyn asked.

“Of course not,” Erica responded automatically.noveldrama

But immediately after her response, she fell silent.

This prompted others to reflect as well. Even if Evie had indeed left her room late at night, how could she have stolen Giana’s draft if Giana’s door was presumably closed?

Giana’s assistant added, “Actually, last night, when I left Giana’s room, I didn’t shut the door completely. It’s possible Evie used that moment to slip inside.”

The scenario sounded far-fetched but still seemed within the realm of possibility. Doubt continued to hover around Evie.

Madisyn gave a wry laugh. “So, Evie supposedly left her room late at night, managed to find Giana’s room exactly, and by chance, the door was left slightly open. She then entered, stumbled upon Giana’s handwritten draft, quickly memorized it, and the next day performed it even better than Giana could.”

Each part of the story might seem feasible alone, but combined, they grew more and more unlikely. The audience shared doubtful looks.

It all seemed too far-fetched!

“But in my opinion, Giana’s rendition was better,” Erica argued.

Giana’s assistant quickly added, “I agree. Giana’s performance was the superior one.”

The audience stayed quiet; assessments of performances are often subjective.

“Alright, Giana, explain to us—what is the core message of these lyrics?” Madisyn inquired.

Giana responded confidently, “The song is about how heartbroken I felt when the man I loved for so long chose someone else without warning. It hurt, but I still hoped he’d be happy in his new love.”

Her explanation matched the apparent meaning of the lyrics.

“The way Giana describes it seems correct. I don’t see any discrepancies,” someone in the audience commented.

“Yes, it certainly seems like a sad song.”

The audience members echoed this sentiment one by one.

Giana experienced a wave of gratification, wondering what Madisyn’s next move would be.

Madisyn said, “Are you sure about that?”

“Absolutely,” Giana affirmed.

“But these lyrics aren’t just about being heartbroken and sending good wishes. They’re about the agony of getting rid of a jerk and eventually embracing a new beginning!” Madisyn stated emphatically.

Giana scoffed. “Madisyn, you’re twisting things to suit your story.”

“You don’t believe it? Then examine the first letter of each line in the lyrics and see for yourself,” Madisyn suggested, turning to the judges.

One judge quickly checked and read, “Lucky to lose you, jerk, go to hell.”

The judge was stunned.

The audience was equally shocked. Oh my god. They reflected and realized it was accurate!

Giana’s complexion went ashen.

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