Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 489:

Freda stared at the judge, her expression one of utter disbelief. Why had he handed her the microphone? Couldn’t he handle such a straightforward issue on his own? Why was it up to her to intervene?

With a flash of irritation, Freda grabbed the microphone and addressed Elyse directly. “Do you really believe your performance was flawless? Didn’t you see any faults at all?”

Elyse responded with a serene nod, her voice steady. “Yes, I believe my performance was flawless. You won’t find any errors.”

Gavin, observing Elyse’s unwavering confidence, felt a surge of relief. Elyse’s dedication was paying off. She was truly evolving. Determined to help her, he quietly excused himself and walked away.

At that moment, another judge quickly intervened, realizing the need to defuse the tension. “There’s been a mix-up with the ranking table,” he announced, holding up a document. “Here’s the correct one. Elyse, you’re actually ranked seventh. Congratulations.”

The judge’s words were meant to ease the situation for Freda, giving her a graceful out.

Freda opened her mouth to respond, but the urgency in the judge’s voice pressed her into her seat. This was the final of the Champions Cup, after all. Any attempt by Freda to use her influence against the contestant could tarnish the event’s reputation.

While the judge managed to restrain Freda, Elyse remained defiant, unwilling to accept the situation.

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as she raised her voice to Freda. “I want the scores from each

Elyse’s persistence, grew angry. “You received high marks because

didn’t warrant it. If there was any flaw

suddenly in seventh this time? There’s definitely something off here. The Champions Cup isn’t playing fair!” Tracy couldn’t hold back any

spectators rallied

where she went wrong. Don’t just score her low

good performance when we see one. The judges need to provide

been following Elyse in every tournament of

their dissatisfaction loud and

out of control. The head judge glanced at Freda, his voice low and urgent. “What do we do now? We can’t fabricate

impact. Despite her limited experience in competitions, Elyse had amassed a surprising

snapped, “If you can’t handle such

firmly, “Then we must go by the