?<strong>Chapter 860:</strong>


    Geraldine wasn’t fond of Edward. When she won the Comeback Competition and made it to the Grand Final, Edward had scoffed at her, suggesting she could never win first ce. This scorn left her quite resentful.


    So, seeing Elyse win first ce actually made her feel somewhat better because she held Elyse in high regard as apetitor.


    Soon, the time came for the awards ceremony. Unexpectedly, three contestants had tied for third ce, so they initially had to share one trophy. The organizers assured them that two additional trophies would be provided soon.


    When Elyse received the trophy from the judges, she was filled with immense joy. She looked at the engraving on it and saw her name proudly etched into the surface. Looking around, she scanned the audience for Cody. Spotting him, she waved excitedly and called out, “Mr. Tucker, I got first ce. I didn’t let you down!”


    Cody smiled and waved back.


    The middle-aged man next to Cody, feeling slightly envious,mented, “Congrattions! Your student beat mine. Quite the achievement!”


    Cody responded confidently, “Not surprising at all. Elyse’s emotional delivery was clearly superior to your student’s. That 0.1-point difference came down to emotional depth!”


    The middle-aged man huffed, feeling proud yet challenged. “We’ve learned a lot this time. I’ll keep pushing my student. Next time, the first ce will be his.”


    Cody, just as determined, retorted, “We’ll see at the next contest. No matter how often wepete, my student will always outperform yours. The top spot will always go to my student.”


    Irving, overhearing this exchange, smirked slightly, amused by their rivalry.


    After exiting the stage, Elyse kissed her trophy and joyfully headed back to her dressing room.


    However, Elyse found Fiona still sitting with a sullen expression. When she noticed the trophy in Elyse’s hands, Fiona asked with a hint of jealousy, “What ce did you finish? Third? Second?”


    In Fiona’s mind, it was unthinkable for Elyse to have won first ce, and she certainly didn’t wish it for her.


    Elyse frowned. “I won first ce. What does that have to do with you? Now, please leave.”


    “You got first ce?” Fiona’s voice was tinged with shock, envy, and a touch of disbelief.


    She remembered when she first got to know Elyse; Elyse’s skills were somewhatcking, even inferior to her own. How on earth had Elyse managed to clinch first ce?


    Fiona, seething with jealousy, couldn’t contain herself. She stood abruptly, reaching out. She demanded, “Let me see it. I can’t believe you actually won first ce.”


    Elyse, initially inclined to show Fiona the award, reconsidered. Winning first ce was her achievement, her moment. Why should she have to prove anything just because Fiona demanded it?


    She withdrew her hand and shook her head firmly. “Whether you believe it or not is up to you. I don’t have to prove anything to you.”


    Her expression hardened as she continued, “This is my lounge, not yours. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”


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