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Anne smiled as she looked toward the spot in the center of the stage where the stage lights were trained. In a moment, she would stand in that sparkling position and enjoy being the center of attention. She could almost envision herself holding the gold trophy.
"Helen is also participating in the competition, but she's not here yet. You stay here, I will go check outside."
Anne's expression suddenly changed when she heard Helen's name, but she managed to conceal it well. In an instant, her poker face was back in place.
"She might already be waiting outside. Ms. Suares, you go ahead! I can handle this on my own."
"Alright, I'll go check. Just relax and do your best."
Anne hid her true feelings and watched Ms. Suares' departing figure.
Would Helen really be able to participate in the competition? Well, that depended on whether she had the chance to attend.
Right now, Anne thought that Helen was probably still freezing on the mountaintop.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. She had always been satisfied with her looks. While she might not be exceptionally beautiful, she believed she had a significant advantage over Helen.
Anne's turn fell somewhere in the middle. When she took the stage, she looked at the audience below with a pleasant smile. Then, she grabbed the microphone and smoothly delivered her speech in fluent Encerian.
"Good evening, everyone. My name is Anne..."
The audience was focused on the stage, and even the judges nodded in approval.
Anne felt an unusual sense of satisfaction.
However, at that very moment, Helen and Phishie entered and sat in the front row.
With her recitation interrupted, she hastily left the stage.
"I thought she was so impressive, but she's just a coward," Phishie couldn't help but comment.
Helen pulled Phishie to her feet and said, "Let's go and meet her."
Helen and Phishie headed backstage.
Anne had regained her composure now, but her performance had been terrible. She received the lowest score possible.
She sat on a chair with a heavy heart. But Anne's thoughts weren't on her performance just now.
The only thing on her mind right now was how did Helen show up here.
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