But in those curved eyes, there was a clear glint of devilish glee.
Hmph-
Serves them right for ganging up on Serena.
As if she didn't know that those two, Ms. Harland and Ms. Winslow, were put up to it
by Isabella and Karen.
And who knows, maybe the Wynn family people were their doing too.
They were deliberately trying to make things difficult for Serena!
Well, in that case, let's see who's better at causing trouble!
"Brianna..." Isabella trembled with anger, her eyes bloodshot.
Did this even need judging? She had already lost! What was there to judge?
Brianna was clearly just trying to help Serena humiliate her, toying with her, making her look bad!
The bet-the loser had to crawl out of the banquet hall on their knees.
How could she possibly go through with that?
Karen's expression was also extremely ugly. She never imagined that Serena could actually play the piano, and... play so well!
Wasn't Serena just some country bumpkin?
"Mr. Kessler, please give us your judgment." Elara Hale took this opportune moment to call upon Mr. Kessler.
At that moment, a distinguished-looking man in his fifties, wearing a sharp suit, stood up from his seat in the front row.
He was so excited he even knocked over the chair next to him.
But he didn't seem to notice, his slightly reddened eyes fixed on Serena, his lips trembling with excitement.
His face was a mask of incredulous ecstasy.
The way he looked at Serena... it was like he was looking at a god he had long worshipped.
"Mas-"
The word was about to leave his lips.
When Serena's cool gaze flicked toward him, stopping the word he was about to say.
Elara Hale looked quizzically at Mr. Kessler's flushed, excited face, then watched as he stroked his chin, trying to regain his composed, respectable demeanor.
She glanced between Mr. Kessler and Serena before asking, "Mr. Kessler could you please give us your fair judgment? Between Mis Serena's and Miss Isabella's piano skills, who is superior?"
Mr. Kessler glanced at Serena, his voice trembling with excitement. "I... I really can't judge this."
Karen's eyes suddenly lit up. She grabbed Isabella's hand and whispered, "Right... Isabella, hasn't Mr. Kessler always admired you? Hasn't he always wanted to take you as his student? He must be on your side now!"
Isabella's heart skipped a beat.
That's right! Mr. Kessler had always admired her.
Even though it didn't need judging, she knew she had lost for sure.
But Mr. Kessler said he couldn't judge.
Didn't that mean... Mr. Kessler wanted to help her?
If Mr. Kessler helped her, with just one word from him, she wouldn't have to go through with that bet!
With this thought, Isabella's gaze toward Mr. Kessler filled with eager anticipation.
"Mr. Kessler, when you say you can't judge, does that mean that woman merely imitated Isabella's original piece and could never surpass the original so in terms of skill, our Isabella is still superior, ngato" Karen said, winking and gesturing at Mr.
Kessler.
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It seemed to be a hint that if he helped Isabella now, then after the banquet, Isabella
would surely be willing to become his student.
Her comical winking made Mr. Kessler laugh out loud.
He looked at the two of them as if he were looking at two fools, two buffoons.