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

They must be making light of this event!” echoed a

a disabled girl pursue her dreams? My story of perseverance could be excellent publicity for Harbor City,” Melanie responded, determined to

her impatiently. “Are you leaving on your own, or should I get you to

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

well,” Melanie replied, pursing her lips. She had an ace up her

when a cold, stern voice echoed through the exhibition hall. “You talk big, but why don’t

is no excuse. A girl with a bad

exhibition hall swung

handsome face, but his eyes were sharp and piercing. A single glance

“President Morgan!”

showed up in person!

utmost respect. They hurriedly offered him the center seat

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

to dance, can’t you hear? So start dancing!”

go on

a hand to encourage

took a deep breath and, with a strong grip on

and fluid movements, developed through years of practice, allowed her to create smooth arcs around her crutch. She was like a butterfly fluttering

especially expressive eyes. Although she wore minimal makeup, her presence on stage was

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