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    The fans erupted in anger, their fingers itching to retaliate.


    Why did Justiceze have to be so insufferable?


    When they rushed to the opponent’s Facebook page to respond, they found that Justiceze had already locked it downments were disabled. Frustration bubbled over, leaving a trail of curses in its wake.


    Since learning that Maia was also a contender for The Voice of Zephyria, Chris had transformed into her staunch protector. Online jabs didn’t bother him; whatever his wife did was nothing short of perfect in his eyes.


    He relished watching the trolls squirm in frustration, unable to find a way through.


    The past few days had been a whirlwind for him, and Maia had been busy. But this morning, he cleared his schedule to apany her to thepetition.


    To his dismay, Maia firmly rejected him.


    “Mr. Cooper, if youe along, it’ll affect my performance,” Maia teased, her smile mischievous.


    Before leaving, she added, “Don’t be too surprised if something unexpected happens today.”


    Chris, not fully understanding her cryptic words, simply nodded. If his wife said it, it was the gospel truth.


    Thus, he watched the live stream while stepping into the shoes of Justiceze, ready to defend Maia online.


    On screen, the event was a veritable who’s who of the industry. Big names from the entertainment world made their grand entrances, waving to the cameras. Some even announced that they’d flown in just to see the legendary K in action.


    Chris rested his chin in his hand, watching the unfolding spectacle with a sense of awe. The influence Kmanded was undeniable — it was like a tidal wave that had swept through the entire entertainment scene.


    Though K had only written a handful of songs, each one was a chart-topper, a masterpiece that became an instant ssic.


    Chris’s two favorite songs, “One More Day” and “Under The Stars,” were both born from K’s genius.


    He refreshed his Facebook feed and saw that discussions about K had quickly overtaken the chatter about The Voice of Zephyria itself. “Legendary Composer K Makes First Public Appearance as Special Judge for The Voice of Zephyria!” The topic was everywhere, swiftly climbing to the top of the trending charts.


    Inside the broadcasting hall, Rosanna’s entrance sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd. Staff members stole nces at her, eyes gleaming with admiration.


    The sensation of being in the spotlight was intoxicating. Some contestants recognized her, waving at her as she passed. She smiled and greeted each person warmly, basking in the attention.


    Following closely behind her was Sandra, who beamed with pride, her grip firmly on Richard’s arm. “Look, Richard, our daughter is so popr,” she whispered, a note of pride in her voice.


    Richard, having witnessed many such moments in his lifetime, was more reserved, but even he couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. It was as though Rosanna had already imed victory simply by stepping onto the stage.


    “Our daughter has made us proud. She’s clearly inherited my excellent genes,” Richard remarked with a touch of humor.


    Sandra shot him a yful nce. “It’s our good genes, not just yours. And Rosanna is a hundred times better than Maia.”


    “Why bring her up now?” Richard scoffed, dismissing Maia with a wave. “Didn’t Maia say she’d show up? Where is she? After four years in prison, she still hasn’t learned anything but how to ride on Rosanna’s coattails.”


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