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Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

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Chapter 489:

Freda stared at the judge, her expression one of utter disbelief. Why had he handed her the microphone?

Couldn't he handle such a straightforward issue on his own? Why was it up to her to intervene?

With a flash of irritation, Freda grabbed the microphone and addressed Elyse directly. “Do you really believe your

performance was flawless? Didn't you see any faults at all?”

Elyse responded with a serene nod, her voice steady. “Yes, | believe my performance was flawless. You won't find

any errors.”

Gavin, observing Elyse’s unwavering confidence, felt a surge of relief. Elyse’s dedication was paying off. She was

truly evolving. Determined to help her, he quietly excused himself and walked away.

At that moment, another judge quickly intervened, realizing the need to defuse the tension. “There's been a mix-

up with the ranking table,” he announced, holding up a document. “Here's the correct one. Elyse, you're actually

ranked seventh. Congratulations.”

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The judge’s words were meant to ease the situation for Freda, giving her a graceful out.

Freda opened her mouth to respond, but the urgency in the judge's voice pressed her into her seat. This was the

final of the Champions Cup, after all. Any attempt by Freda to use her influence against the contestant could

tarnish the event's reputation.

While the judge managed to restrain Freda, Elyse remained defiant, unwilling to accept the situation.

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Elyse’s expression was icy as she raised her voice to Freda. “I want the scores from each judge announced

publicly. There's no way my performance deserved seventh place.”

The judge, noticing Elyse’s persistence, grew angry. “You received high marks because of your talent. Don’t be

ungrateful!”

Elyse shook her head firmly. “I refuse to accept seventh place if my performance didn’t warrant it. If there was

any flaw in my performance, point it out. Otherwise, | reject this result.”

“That's right! Elyse has consistently topped the charts. Why is she suddenly in seventh this time? There's

definitely something off here. The Champions Cup isn’t playing fair!” Tracy couldn’t hold back any longer and

erupted in protest.

Following Tracy, other spectators rallied behind Elyse.

“If Elyse didn’t perform well, explain specifically where she went wrong. Don’t just score her low without reason.”

“We aren't fools. We know a good performance when we see one. The judges need to provide a clear reason for

Elyse’s low score, or you'll never convince us.”

“I've been following Elyse in every tournament of the Champions Cup. | don’t accept this outcome!”

The audience's unrest grew, their dissatisfaction loud and clear.

The situation was spiraling out of control. The head judge glanced at Freda, his voice low and urgent. “What do

we do now? We can't fabricate any reasons to score Elyse poorly. Miss Jimenez, your input is needed.”

Freda was taken aback by Elyse’s impact. Despite her limited experience in competitions, Elyse had amassed a

surprising number of supporters. Clearly, Freda had miscalculated her reach. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to

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acknowledge Elyse’s prowess.

In her frustration, she snapped, “If you can’t handle such a simple task, what good are you?”

The head judge responded firmly, “Then we must go by the actual scores. It seems Elyse has earned first place.”

“No way! She can’t be the winner!” Freda blurted out, thinking she could pressure Theo into reconsidering his

decision.

There had to be another way.

Lost in her thoughts, Freda barely noticed a middle-aged man with a noticeable stature approaching the judges’

table alongside Gavin.

“Dad? What are you doing here?” Freda exclaimed in surprise, her eyes darting to Gavin. Had he brought her

father here?

Ignoring Freda, the man reviewed the official score chart to verify the standings. Then, taking the microphone, he

addressed the competitors on stage. “Given the dissatisfaction with the results, why not settle this with another

round?”