Rebirth of a Flopped Actress: Career First, Love Second (My Billionaire Son)

Chapter 36 The Face–Slapping Begins

Emma refused to believe that either Olivia or Isabella could have delivered such a stellar performance.

Pearls

And then there was the performer–masked with a black veil throughout, clearly hiding their true identity. There had to be some trickery involved!

The smile on Mr. Grayson’s face froze, and the prominent figures who had been inquiring

put Olivia also stopped in their tracks.

“What do you mean?” Mr. Grayson asked with a frown.

Emma explained, “While both of them are in our department, their character is questionable. The performance was registered under both their names, but only one of them showed up, wearing a black veil to conceal their identity. It’s impossible to tell who was actually performing”

“I know Olivia and Isabella’s skill levels very well. Neither of them could possibly deliver such an outstanding performance.

Emma wouldn’t believe, even under threat, that the performer could truly be one of those

two.

Theatrics like that? It had to be a stunt, with someone secretly substituting for them.

Mr. Grayson’s expression darkened. If this was a case of someone being substituted, it would be à massive scandal for St. Rona Academy!

“If you don’t believe me, Mr. Grayson, I’ll prove it to you!” Emma declared, striding confidently to the stage.

leaving the students in the audience utterly

Th first place doesn’t belong to her!” Emma announced loudly, snatching the microphone with confident glare

The audience erupted.

Not Olivia?

step forward and reached out to pull off the veil, shouting harshly.

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going to face disciplinary action

Olivia’s face,

revealed

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froze in place.

her lazy gaze fixed on Emma.

in such a rush to fulfill our wager

had she thought the face

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Mr. Grayson watched in disbelief as his teacher caused such a commotion. His face turned livid

the only person uninterested in the chaos, was focused solely on finding the composer of the piece. He frowned

is pointless. Sebastian, where’s that

middle–aged man’s urging, he lifted his hand and pointed at Olivia on