Side Chick Era... Over

Loving Mom 379

Chapter 379

The conversation between Sharon and the blond-haired judge flowed without the slightest hitch.

The foreign judge, a man named Felipe, was thirty, a native of Spain. But unlike Gregory, his questions didn’t come from a place

of malice. He wasn’t trying to trip Sharon up. He was testing her, genuinely curious just how fluent she really was.

Every question was carefully crafted-not overtly difficult, but just sharp enough to probe her true capabilities.

And Sharon answered every one of them with ease, flawlessly and effortlessly.

By the end, Felipe offered a small, polite round of applause, his face warm with genuine admiration.

Then, switching to perfect English, he smiled. “This young lady… deserves a perfect score. No question.”

His words landed like a slap right across Gregory’s face.

But Gregory didn’t dare show even a flicker of discontent. He didn’t argue or protest. He didn’t even breathe too loudly.

Because Felipe wasn’t just anyone. He was from one of Spain’s great aristocratic families-a lineage so powerful that even international dignitaries treated them with deference.

And somehow… somehow this housewife, this divorcee, this middle-school-educated woman had captured Felipe’s attention- his admiration, no less.

just rare. It was

being impossibly picky. Ruthless with detail. Women, in his eyes, were

the previous contestants like Kelly and Matty, the ones everyone expected to be

him.

yet, Felipe had handed Sharon a clean 100.

tightened. His pride burned hot, then cold, then collapsed into something hollow and

bones ached to look down on her, to believe she was nothing more than a

through gritted teeth. “My apologies. It…

gaze of the entire room, he took

Sharon’s performance concluded.

No gloating. No

to the audience, gracefully thanked them, then reached for Matty’s hand and walked off

over by Theo’s side, however, didn’t look so

were stiff

bag.

hands clenched into fists so tight her nails dug into her palms. Her jaw trembled, teeth grinding. If hatred alone could kill, Sharon would’ve been dead ten times

my enemy in a past life,’

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