My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 759

Chapter 759:

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What made it more interesting was that the judge who voted against her was the renowned Kendall Watson. He had been close friends with Josh years ago and was known for his exceptional musical ability, far outshining Luca’s.

Had Kendall’s family held the same status as the Morrison family, he would have rightfully been the president of the Music Association by now.

Without waiting for Aliza’s thanks, Kendall grabbed his water bottle, stood up abruptly, and walked out.

His sudden departure left everyone baffled. Even the other mentors couldn’t understand why he was acting this way.

Someone called out, “Mr. Watson, why are you just walking off like that?”

Kendall halted mid-step, his face hardening, and retorted,

“Do you expect me to stay after being used as a mere judging tool? The Music Association has been declining year after year. Anyone can make it through the assessment these days. Even a casual observer, like that young lady passing by, could hear the poor performance. Yet, you still decided to pass it.”

With those words, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving no room for further argument.

The audience was left stunned by Kendall’s words.

They hadn’t expected him to back up Carrie’s comment so openly.

Aliza stayed rooted to the stage, the spotlight now harshly highlighting her, her face turning pale with embarrassment that she couldn’t hide. Carrie—again. It felt like she couldn’t escape her. Wherever Carrie showed up, Aliza found herself humiliated.

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What should have been a triumphant moment—passing the Music Association’s assessment—had now been tainted by one remark from Carrie, turning her achievement into something she wished she could forget.

The other mentors shifted uncomfortably at Kendall’s blunt words.

They knew he was right, but music was about raw talent, and true prodigies were rare to find.

For someone who wasn’t naturally gifted, to reach Aliza’s level through sheer hard work was already an extraordinary feat.

One of the mentors, trying to smooth things over with a strained smile, chimed in, “Mr. Watson has always been very close to Mr. Josh Morrison, so his expectations might be set a little too high. Aliza is still in her twenties and plays at a level that rivals some of the world’s finest pianists.”

The message was clear: Kendall’s expectations were a bit out of touch with reality.

When the others heard the mentor’s explanation, it made sense to them. After all, true geniuses were few and far between.

Any lingering doubts about Aliza’s ability vanished in an instant.

The hushed murmurs turned into enthusiastic congratulations as everyone showered her with praise for passing her assessment and officially becoming a member of the Music Association.

A few socialites, who hadn’t been familiar with Aliza before, took the opportunity to introduce themselves and strike up a conversation. In response, Aliza quickly masked her discomfort with a smile and began chatting with the group as if nothing had happened.

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