“Don’t tell me he’s upset?”
“Did Rose lose?”
“Judging by the look on his face, that seems highly likely!”
“No way. Who could beat Rose in this election?”
While Eric was holding the draft, his hands shook uncontrollably. It left everyone in the audience and those who were watching the live broadcast dumbfounded.
He only recovered from his shock after some time. Squinting his black eyes under his glasses, he started to move his lips to speak. In a trembling voice, he said, “The chairperson of The Tenth Writers Association Meeting is here! Let us congratulate Rose for winning the election with ninety-five percent of the votes. She has received the most votes as chairperson of the Writers Association in history!”
Soon after it was revealed, the audience broke into an uproar.
“What? Ninety-five percent of the votes?”
“Did I hear that right? Among ten people, she got ninety-five percent of all the votes?”
“Sh*t. How is that possible?”
“The highest record in the past is fifteen, but she got ninety-five?”
That meant that among a hundred people, ninety-five of them supported Rose.
Megan, who was currently watching the live broadcast, did not know the significance of the Writer Association’s chairperson position, but she was still shocked when she heard about the ninety-five percent win.
This Rose person is quite extraordinary! Even though Janet is a top scholar in the college entrance exams and has attained a perfect score in languages before, Rose is an artist; it’s not uncommon for her work to get plagiarized. Was everything Emily said true then? Her face fell slightly as she kept her attention on the live broadcast that was playing on her phone.
All the way in Yobril, Emily had witnessed everything. Despite having a slight smirk on her face, her expression was grim. The look on her face showed that she was feeling conflicted. This person who won ninety-five percent of the vote is Janet? She chuckled. How far is Hazel planning to take this joke?
They were all getting fooled. How could someone like Janet be Rose? How could she be the chairperson of The Tenth Writers Association? It was a joke!
As she watched the live broadcast on her screen, she told herself repeatedly that Janet could not be Rose, and that Rose could not be Janet either.
At the moment, the Writers Association was in an uproar. It was a lively scene that had never been seen before in history.
Standing on stage, Eric held the microphone and said, “Now, I would like to invite Rose on stage.”
Another deafening round of applause followed.
Below the stage, Janet opened her eyes lazily and looked at the old man on stage with a helpless expression.
Because no one knew who Rose was, they could only look around at each other’s reactions.
Janet slowly stood up with her cap on. In an instant, the camera focused on her and so did everyone else.
Due to her youthful appearance, they all looked at her in astonishment.
“Why did this girl stand up?”
“Could she be Rose?”
“That’s not possible. Rose can’t even write anymore. How can she be so young?”
“Yes, Rose is already in her seventies. This girl looks like she’s around twenty at most.”
Turning a deaf ear to them, Janet walked away from her seat and went up the stage.
Hundreds of cameras pointed toward her at the same time.
Once she made it to Eric’s side, she accepted the microphone that he had handed to her.
Holding the microphone in her hand, she stood in a lazy stance with her cap still on. The audience could not see her face clearly, but they were able to see a pair of pink lips. “Hello, everyone. I’m Rose.”
Her chilly and indifferent voice flew straight into the ears of the audience below the stage and those watching the live broadcast. It was easily recognizable and sounded incredibly young.
