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

What’s the point of showcasing your abilities when

right! Who picked her? They must be making light of this event!” echoed

time for the ball. Besides, can’t a disabled girl pursue her dreams? My story of perseverance could be

exclaimed, glaring at her impatiently. “Are you leaving on your own,

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

pursing her lips. She had an ace up her sleeve. Why should she

to step down from the stage when a cold, stern voice echoed through the exhibition hall. “You talk big, but why don’t you

bad leg can dance, or at the very

doors to the exhibition hall swung

face, but his eyes were sharp and piercing. A single glance from him exuded an overwhelming

“President Morgan!”

showed up in person!

stood up, treating him with the utmost respect. They hurriedly

at her in an attempt to kiss up to Stephen, “What are you waiting

dance, can’t you hear? So

go on ahead.”

a hand to

already started. She took a deep breath and, with a

create smooth arcs around her crutch. She was like a butterfly

Although she wore minimal

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