I Became His Sweetheart by Bright Eyes

Chapter 15 President Morgan Appears in Person

Melanie maintained a professional smile as she gazed at the judges‘ panel. One of the figures among the judges was a man named Mr. Hans. She remembered him as the father of Lena’s friend–the girl Melanie slapped at the bachelorette party. Melanie anticipated that the man might try to make things difficult for her.

Unfazed, she projected her prepared materials onto the screen.

“Here’s my resume. I’ve tailored it for my participation at the International Socialites Gala,” Melanie said calmly.

Slide by slide, her presentation showcased her achievements.

“I started learning the piano, arts, and music from a young age. I also learned how to dance from the age of nine and excelled in various genres, especially ballet.

“This is the certificate I received from the Royal Academy of Dance at the age of fourteen for achieving the highest level in ballet.

“And these are photos from my performances in renowned ballet productions.”

Melanie presented her accomplishments confidently, but it was evident that the judges were not interested in hearing her out. After a few

sentences, a judge impatiently interrupted her. “That’s enough!”

“I’m not finished yet,” Melanie responded calmly.

Mr. Hans, the most influential figure on the panel, furrowed his brow and waved his hand dismissively. “Enough, please. Don’t embarrass

your abilities

Who picked her? They must be making light of this event!” echoed a few judges.

I’ll likely recover in time for the ball. Besides, can’t a disabled girl pursue her

glaring at her impatiently. “Are

the tense atmosphere, the event organizer quickly intervened. “Miss Melanie, you

well,” Melanie replied, pursing her lips. She had an ace up her sleeve. Why should she

was about to step down from the stage when a cold, stern voice echoed through the exhibition hall. “You

bad leg can dance, or at the very

exhibition hall swung open.

shone upon a man sitting in a wheelchair. He had a handsome face, but his eyes were sharp and piercing. A single glance from him exuded an overwhelming aura of dominance, making one feel weak in the

“President Morgan!”

Morgan showed up in person!

treating him with the utmost respect. They

Hans yelled at her in an attempt to kiss up to Stephen, “What are you waiting for? President Morgan asked

you hear?

on ahead.”

assistant, William Moore, extended a hand to encourage

She took a deep breath and, with a strong grip on her cane, began to

allowed her to create smooth arcs around her crutch. She was

Although she wore minimal makeup,

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