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Upon hearing Maxwellx Martin’s words, everyone imdiately beca angry: “You…”
But there was one thing he was right about: none of the people present were professionals in music, and no one could speak more knowledgeably about it than Maxwellx Martin. Moreover, it was obvious that he was biased in favor of Zara Woods. It was almost as if he was telling everyone outright that he wanted to take revenge on Xaviera Evans on Zara’s behalf.
Xaviera Evans was not the least bit annoyed, and simply smiled gently: “As long as Mr. Martin is happy, it doesn’t matter who everyone else likes. As long as Miss Woods is happy.”
Zara Woods forcibly held back her anger and managed to squeeze out a smile.
After all, this ti… she had won, so whatever Xaviera Evans wanted to say didn’t matter anymore.
Maxwellx Martin was a renowned musician, representing the highest level of musical standards. Who among the people present could refute his words? He said that Xaviera Evans’ performance lacked emotion, then it must have been emotionless!
Maxwellx Martin nodded contentedly, “I just want to ask again, does anyone still have any objections to the original competition? If not…”
Just then, a man stood up abruptly and shouted, “Wait!”
The man had European features, fair skin, and light blue eyes. His Chinese was sowhat awkward, but he spoke urgently, “Miss Evans, please wait a mont.”
Xaviera turned around, and the man hurriedly bowed to Sir Jaak, “I’m sorry, Mr. Jaak, for the sake of the International Violin Competition’s fairness, I may need to take up a bit of your ti.”
Sir Jaak did not hesitate to nod, then the man quickly said, “Miss Evans, I’m really grateful for your stunning performance. Actually, your abilities are not simply that of a contestant, you’re more than qualified to be a judge in a major competition.”
Upon hearing these words, the banquet hall was imdiately silent, and everyone stared in disbelief.
Maxwellx Martin and Zara Woods’ faces were extrely embarrassed.
Was she qualified to be a judge for an international competition?
Zara Woods’ face turned pale, her lips clenched tight, and her nails dug into the palms of her hands.
The woman beside Zara Woods spoke up indignantly: “You’re talking nonsense! Mr. Martin has already said that Zara’s skills are higher and she’s the deserving champion. You say Xaviera Evans can be a judge; are you questioning Mr. Martin’s professional expertise?”
“Or are you looking down on the International Violin Competition’s champion?”
The atmosphere was tense, and everyone stared intently at the group of people before them. Sothing big was bound to happen today!
But who was this foreigner, and why did he deny Mr. Martin’s statent and comnd Xaviera Evans as a judge?
Given Mr. Martin’s self-importance, he will undoubtedly try to stand his ground in this dispute.
The man frowned and then looked at the woman beside Zara Woods, “Miss, please don’t instigate trouble. I’m not belittling the International Violin Competition’s champion.”
The woman beside Zara Woods was none other than Chloe Lindsey from the Lindsey family, Jake Lindsey’s sister. She knew that Zara Woods and Caleb Mat had grown up together, so she’d always followed Zara Woods as her bootlicker, hoping that one day Zara would marry into the Mat family and beco Mrs. Mat to help her out.
Little did she know that Xaviera Evans had already beco Mrs. Mat, crushing her dreams of wealth and status, and naturally creating resentnt in her heart.
Chloe Lindsey’s face was full of contempt: “If you’re not belittling her, then what do you call it?”
Without any hesitation, the man replied: “I’m just belittling Miss Woods, not the championship!”
Chloe Lindsey was imdiately left speechless, her face turning pale.
As Zara Woods was being ridiculed in public, her face alternately flushed and paled, trembling with anger as she tried to suppress her rage.
The man continued his attack: “Maxwellx Martin, as a judge in the International Violin Competition, you engaged in backroom dealings and buried an outstanding contestant like Xaviera Evans. How do you explain yourself? What qualifications do you have to be a judge?”
Chloe Lindsey scread in rebuttal: “Shut up! Who are you to say anything here?! Zara is the champion! It’s not your place to make comnts!”
If Xaviera Evans really beca a judge, wouldn’t that be a slap in Zara Woods’ face? Moreover, it would declare to the world that Zara Woods’ championship title was entirely fraudulent!
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