The Runaway Groom

Chapter 257

The entire sports complex erupted in an uproar before the host could finish–every parent was absolutely livid, while the contestants were dumbstruck.

They had been sitting there and waiting for so long, only to be told that the competition

didn’t count.

“Why?! Our children had practiced so hard and did so well! Why shouldn’t this count just because you said so?”

“That’s right! I even applied for leave to watch my kids!”

“Are you calling the entire competition moot? What happened? We need an explanation!”

The parents were soon filing out of the audience seats and entered the court, causing pandemonium.

“Please calm down, everyone. We’ve just received word that one of the judges is an impersonator, which is why we cannot accept the scores legally.”

The voices of discontent only grew louder.

“What’s happening? How could someone impersonate a judge?”

“It’s your own oversight, isn’t it?”

As various complaints were belted at the organizers, the man who spoke with Irene just now came to a retaliation. Leaning in to whisper into her ear, he asked, “Do you think you’ve been found out?”

Irene, however, was certainly aware that she was being targeted.

Right now, Robin must be hiding somewhere, watching and anticipating Irene making a clown of herself.

Pretending to be terrified, Irene asked, “What should I do?”

“Why don’t you leave for now?” The man suggested.

Irene knew she would never escape, but agreed nonetheless. “Yeah.”

As she started to move, however, Robin darted out of nowhere and caught her by her wrist, while shouting to the disgruntled parents, “It’s her! She was pretending to be a judge although she doesn’t know how to dance, let alone adjudicate! She’s the reason this competition is moot. Blame her if you want!”

At her voice, everyone turned their crosshairs at Irene.

Irene hung her head as if petrified, but only Isaac–who just entered–saw the coldness in

her eyes from the distance.

She was brimming with confidence, so he simply watched without interfering.

“Who died and made you judge? Why take the chair if you can’t do the job?” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“She can get anything with that pretty face of hers…”

Believing that Irene knew nothing, everyone was convinced that she took the role of judge through unsavory means.

“My daughter practiced for over a month before this competition, but it’s all for nothing! How are you going to make up for our time and our children’s efforts?”

Some of the agitated parents were starting to get ahead of themselves, but the friendly male judge stopped them.

“She just came as a stand–in. She didn’t mean any harm,” he tried to explain, but it only made things worse–everyone became even more unhappy!

“What right does she have to be a stand–in? Also, she means no harm?! She’s hurting everyone anyway!”

“Yeah! She must compensate us and apologize…”

“Compensation and apology? That’s letting her off easy…”

Robin was grinning as she watched everyone scorn Irene, but just as she thought she had won, Irene suddenly looked up, meeting the upset parents and said, “Have I ever said I’m not qualified?”

While everyone was left stunned, Robin simply thought that Irene was making a last–ditch. effort to slip away.

“You’re qualified? Who do you think you’re fooling?” Robin laughed. “Just apologize already!

“Not just an apology! She must compensate everyone!”

As pandemonium ensued again, Irene calmly took out a card, “You can verify if this is real.”

It was her teaching license, which Miss Lang gave her a while ago.

Robin was left in disbelief. “How could you have one?”

Irene simply waved it at her face. “But I do have it.”

Robin thought then that it must be a mistake–no one could get a teaching license

overnight, just as you could learn to dance overnight.

Bolstered by the thought, Robin snapped, “Even if you have that, it doesn’t prove you can dance! It’s nothing more than a fake!”