Chapter 218
Chapter 218:
“Wasn’t it Rosanna’s fans who were mocking Maia before, claiming her clothes were fake? Isn’t that rich? MCN is one of the event’s sponsors. If it were fake, how would the organizers let that slide? And how would MCN deal with it p>
“Rosanna’s probably feeling crushed right now, huh? Always throwing around sarcasm, and in the end, she’s the one who ended up looking foolish. This is honestly priceless! She’s given me enough laughs for a whole year! Is she trying to kill us with laughter? I think it’s better for her to be a comedian rather than a singer p>
At that moment, Rosanna stood at the edge of the stage, her face completely pale.
Her once-glorious talent was now in shambles.
Her world had fallen apart in an instant.
Applause still ringing in the air, Maia made her way back to the judges’ table without a hint of hesitation.
Off to the side, Rosanna trudged off the stage, her shoulders slumped in defeat. Instead of encouragement, her usual army of online supporters seemed to vanish into thin air. What swamped her comment section was a tidal wave of mockery and doubt.
“Was this really the girl everyone crowned champion before the competition even started? She’ll be lucky to crack the top ten! Where did she get that ego from? Maybe now she’ll finally understand her limits p>
“Dishonesty runs deep with liars. Rosanna and her fan club deserve every bit of backlash. Not calling out anyone in particular — just you delusional internet warriors p>
“If you’re not the masked singer, why fake it? Hoping to steal the spotlight? Visiting Starlight Bar doesn’t make you royalty. Posting that photo was just bait. Either you’re clueless or you’re playing dirty p>
“Rosanna, get ready to write another essay. I can’t wait to see how you twist the story this time p>
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Meanwhile, inside the venue, the audience remained lost in the lingering emotion of “One More Day p>
Across the Morgan family’s row, not a shred of spirit remained. Clenching the armrests until his knuckles turned pale, Richard shut his eyes, struggling to process the humiliation.
Seated beside him, Sandra kept her glare locked onto Maia, anger and disbelief burning in her chest. She couldn’t fathom how things had unraveled so fast. Maia — was she really K? How could that be?
Seventeen years. They had raised her for seventeen years without the slightest clue. Was Maia hiding it all along? Or worse, was the entire thing a ploy cooked up by the show to create fake drama?
Heat boiled under Sandra’s skin, and she almost burst out yelling at Maia again. Opening her mouth to speak, she was immediately drowned out by angry shouts from the crowd.
“Sit down and shut up p>
“Get off the stage already if you can’t keep quiet p>
“Your daughter embarrassed herself. Now you want to join her?” sneered Richard, forcing Sandra to swallow the bitterness clawing up her throat.
Questions spun wildly in her mind, but none of them mattered — the reality was clear: Maia had completely shattered Rosanna’s dignity. Casting worried glances at Vince, Sandra feared that he might abandon Rosanna without a second thought.
Meanwhile, Jarrod could barely calm the wild beating of his heart after discovering that Maia was the elusive K. The voice that had breathed life into his favorite song, “One More Day,” belonged to her.
Conflicted emotions tangled inside him, thick and heavy. Thinking back to his earlier clash with Maia before the competition only made his chest tighten with regret.
From the speakers, the host’s cheerful voice pulled everyone’s attention back to the massive screen above the stage. One by one, the judges’ scores appeared. Just as before, Maia chose not to submit a score.