She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 598: Meeting the Head of the Hall

Over here, the stage of the competition had already reached the stage where opponents were determined by draw lots. Everyone had found a match except for Mason, who was left with the unique number "0."

Holding his own numbered tag, Mason's smile appeared somewhat helpless, as he spoke with a gentle voice tinged with regret, "It looks like this year, Leah won't be able to compete with me."

In the previous competition, he had narrowly defeated Leah, securing the opportunity to study in Jostrana for free. He had made a pact with Leah that in the next medical competition, she would be his opponent, determined to reclaim her former glory.

However, fate had played a hand, and Leah's opponent turned out to be a stranger from Jostrana, rather than Mason. Leah didn't take this man seriously.

"Are there any more participants to enter the arena? If not, I declare that the number 0 contestant will proceed automatically to the next round of the competition!" The host stood on the platform, holding the remaining numbered tag, which fluttered in the wind.

After a few seconds had passed without response, he instinctively looked toward Abel Harrison in the audience, seeking guidance on what to do next. The latter nodded and gestured to continue.

"Alright, since there are no more participants, I hereby announce that the number 0 contestant will advance directly to the next round..."

His voice still lingered in the microphone, trailing off in the ears of the audience, when suddenly, an urgent and aged voice interrupted, drawing curious glances from the crowd.

"Wait a moment, there's still one more person from Almond Hall!" Just then, Kyson was seen leading a stunningly beautiful young girl through the entrance, her steps almost flying.

she appeared as calm and composed as a seasoned veteran, quietly surveying the venue as if she were a casual visitor on a sightseeing tour. With wide eyes and a tilted head, she gazed at

herself, pursed her lips and flashed a faint smile, revealing a set of dazzling white teeth. "Hello, my name is Cheyenne. I hope to receive everyone's kind attention," she said. She was beautiful. Her voice was sweet! She looked so young. How

there be

couldn't help but speculate in another direction; perhaps... this was just a smokescreen created by Almond Hall to conceal its

Cheyenne, with some even secretly envying Mason as the cherished protege favored by

stark contrast,

Representative of

with the remaining opponent. It was a contest between the almost bottom and the top,

Cheyenne?

and she trembled with excitement as she

a long while at the young girl before her. Her hoarse and excited voice rang out from behind Cheyenne, "Wait... Cheyenne? Are

Cheyenne subconsciously turned around, her round eyes filled with a sparkling and perplexing mist, and she looked at the elegant

Yes, it was her.

Yvonne clearly remembered when

Cheyenne had just turned thirteen wearing a baggy, sporty school uniform, with a bit of baby fat on her cheeks. But those eyes,

from the judges' seat, heading straight for Cheyenne. She stopped in front of the girl, and a hint of affection

to get stuck in her throat, and she shook her head, "I don't know you. Is there something you need,