At that moment, Jenna was enjoying the admiration of others.


    She had once shared a dance studio with these individuals, but her new status as the Chapman family’s heiress had transformed her rtionships; those around her now seemed eager to gain her favor.


    Jenna was basking in the adtion until her eyes met Madisyn‘s, sparking a flicker of surprise and curiosity.


    What was Madisyn doing here at a dancepetition?


    The thought of Madisynpeting seemed to unsettle her.


    With a change in her demeanor, Jenna approached Madisyn, her voice carrying a mix of intrigue and caution.novelbin


    “Madisyn, are you thinking ofpeting as well?”


    Madisyn shot Jenna a cold look.


    “What does it have to do with you?”


    As Madisyn remained distant and haughty, Jenna’s expression grew stern.


    “I’m only trying to offer you a piece of advice.


    This national dancepetition seeks exceptional dancers for the international stage.


    You simply don’t fit in here!”


    “Whether I fit in or not isn’t up to you,” Madisyn retorted, her voice steady.


    Jenna’s hands balled into fists.


    Despite being just two farmers’ daughter now, Madisyn maintained her pride!


    As she watched Madisyn walk away, a sly spark flickered in Jenna’s eyes.


    Well, since Madisyn waspeting, Jenna was determined to see her fail!


    Madisyn entered an office to meet the president of the National Dance Association.


    Seeing her, Trevor Walsh, the president, expressed his astonishment.


    “Are you Madi?”


    “Yes, that’s me,” Madisyn replied, her tone unaffected.


    Trevor, impressed by her aura and presence, had already formed a preliminary judgment.


    “Madi, I didn’t expect you to be so young.


    If others knew, they’d be so envious! Our country is fortunate to have someone like you.


    Come, I’ll have my secretary get you your judge’s ID card.


    ”


    Madisyn gave a nod, and Trevor’s secretary escorted her out.


    At that moment, Lynda walked in, taken aback to see Madisyn departing.


    She inquired of Trevor, “Was Madisyn here to meet with you?”


    “Yes, do you know her?”


    “She’s my brother’s daughter,” Lynda responded, her tone neutral, having been briefed by Kristine on Madisyn’s less-than-Likable traits.


    Trevor’s expression brightened.


    “Is that so? Well, Lynda, you’re quite Lucky!”


    “What do you mean by that, Trevor?” Lynda asked.