?Chapter 916:


    Nora’s scheduled public debut at the opening ceremony had stirred a profound desire among her fans to finally see her real face.


    Last evening, Joanna had carefully analyzed a video of Nora, examining it frame by frame. The more she watched, the more convinced she became that the person in the video was indeed Norah.


    She wondered why Norah had entered thepetition under the guise of Nora Moon and why she hadn’t reached out to them.


    Upon reaching the auditorium, they found their seats. The performance was set to start at two in the afternoon. Nancy was ted to y third, just after Nora.


    Currently, the first contestant had taken the stage, and each performer was allotted thirty-five to forty minutes to showcase their favorite ssical pieces.


    Backstage at thepetition, Nancy was awash with nerves, but Ka was there soothing her.


    On the opposite sofa sat Nora. A woman with an authoritative demeanor was speaking to her, possibly her coach or her mother. Her voice was so subdued that it was impossible to discern the specifics of their conversation.


    Kaforted Nancy by patting her shoulder. “Don’t be nervous. You have what it takes to reach the final. I’m proud of you. Just y the way you normally do.”


    She nced over at Nora, who was sitting in silence, before whispering to Nancy, “Just y your normal game and you’ll certainly outshine someone who prefers theatrics. Just rx.”


    The woman on the opposite side caught thement and responded with a sneer. “Madam, if your intention is to offerfort, please do so without involving others. Why drag irrelevant individuals into this? Do you believe belittling me will elevate your daughter’s position?”


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    Ka’s expression darkened. She hadn’t anticipated that her quietly spoken words would carry to the very person she had mentioned.


    Nancy looked up at Ka, her voice gentle yet resolute.


    “My mother is right. You’ve been hiding behind a mask. Isn’t that a bit theatrical? My mom thinks I’m better than you. That’s her love speaking. How does expressing that make you feel belittled?”


    She tilted her head innocently. “You’re not ustomed to such loving remarks, so you interpret them as belittlement, right?”


    The short-haired, middle-aged woman feltpelled to argue back. “Is it reasonable to disparage others? Whatever you say, it doesn’t alter the fact that you spoke ill of her first.”


    Thepetition’s schedule for the day included matches for three contestants each. The contestants who were set to perform at seven in the evening were also backstage, witnessing the altercation.


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