An hour and a half later, all the paintings of the finalists had been scored by the judges from the National Painting Association.
Out of all the participants, only Sunnay received the highest score.
The hostess took to the stage with a smile after all judges had finished evaluating each artist. "Ladies and gentlemen, now that our last painter has been evaluated, our team is calculating each artist's score within our judging panel."
"But this isn't their final score yet; those who scored lower still have a chance."
"Next up, let's welcome an exciting moment. Let's pick up your voting devices together and cast your precious vote for your favorite artwork."
As her voice came out of her mouth, a rectangular bar chart appeared behind her on the canvas.
Underneath were numbers representing each finalist while above them were growing bars indicating their vote count. Initially, contestant number 17 was leading by far but was soon overtaken by contestant number 12.
For one minute straight afterward, contestant number 12 continued to grow its bar and maintained its lead over other finalists in competition.
Seeing this scene unfold led to even more enthusiastic remarks from the hostess. "Everyone, please look at our big screen! We can see that Contestant Number 12 is currently leading with votes!"
"For those who haven't voted yet," she continued,"please hurry up and pick up your voting device to cast your precious vote for your favorite finalist."
Finally, the rectangular bar chart disappeared slowly from view as she faced towards audience members with a bright smile on her face.
"Now every audience member here has cast their own vote! Do you want to know which artist will be in first place?"
"Yes!" The audience members shouted loudly with excitement written across their faces.
Stefan sat quietly in his front row seat as usual watching everything unfold on screen without any expression change whatsoever.
He knew that Martha would undoubtedly take the first place this time around.
All he needed to do was sit quietly here beside his wife under these bright lights, then take her home afterwards when it was over.
Stefan's eyes darkened slightly while pursing his lips together tightly as he thought about what lay ahead for him tonight.
With his current power, it was too easy for Martha to succeed.
He could spend money to help her advertise, or he could invite celebrities at great expense to promote the studio's collaboration between Martha and Rhys.
But he wouldn't do that, and neither would Martha agree.
He knew that what Martha wanted was not like a delicate flower in a greenhouse but someone who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
So he supported Martha's participation in the finals and appreciated her success.
Soon, amidst enthusiastic cheers from the audience, the host announced with a smile. "I now announce that the third place winner of this national painting competition is painter number fifteen - Wesley Benjamin."
"Next up, can you guess who came in second?"
As soon as the host finished speaking, the audience below began answering excitedly.
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