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

the point of showcasing your abilities when

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

likely recover in time for the ball. Besides, can’t a disabled girl pursue her dreams? My story of

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

quickly intervened. “Miss Melanie,

up her sleeve. Why should she argue with these irrational

stage when a cold, stern voice echoed through the exhibition hall. “You

girl with a bad leg can dance, or at the

exhibition

and piercing. A single glance from him exuded

“President Morgan!”

showed up

utmost respect. They

an attempt to kiss up to Stephen, “What are you waiting for? President Morgan

to dance, can’t you hear?

on

Moore, extended a hand to encourage her.

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

her to create smooth arcs around her crutch. She

well–defined face, with especially expressive eyes. Although

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