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

point of showcasing your abilities when you

her? They must be making light of

disabled girl pursue

to justify it!” Mr. Hans exclaimed, glaring at her impatiently. “Are you leaving on your own, or should I get

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

lips. She had an ace up her sleeve. Why should she argue with these

to step down from the stage when a cold, stern voice echoed through

your abilities? Disability is no excuse. A girl with a bad leg can dance, or at the very least, showcase

to the exhibition hall

upon a man sitting in a wheelchair. He had a handsome face, but his eyes were sharp and

“President Morgan!”

showed up in person!

respect. They hurriedly offered him

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

you hear? So start

on

William Moore, extended a hand to encourage her.

refuse; the music had already started. She took a deep breath and, with a strong grip on her

through years of practice, allowed her to create smooth arcs around her crutch. She

had a well–defined face, with especially expressive eyes. Although she wore minimal

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