He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 769

"This is impossible... How could she... how could she be Zephyr? It's impossible. Absolutely impossible..."

Sylvia muttered frantically to herself, her mind spinning wildly as she tried to make sense of it. The whole reason she had zeroed in on that obscure forum post in the first place was because she was a massive, obsessive fan of Zephyr.

For years, she had religiously followed every single update Zephyr posted. Whenever Zephyr uploaded a rough sketch or a conceptual doodle, she was the first to save it. But what she worshipped the most were the razor-sharp, intellectually devastating critiques Zephyr published in architectural columns.

In her imagination, anyone with such biting prose, profound historical knowledge, and deep insight into Eastern architecture had to be a distinguished, elderly gentleman. She had spent years using backchannels trying to uncover Zephyr's true identity, desperate just to meet him, get an autograph, and take a photo.

And now, this woman she despised more than anything was standing on stage claiming to be her idol?

Sylvia's brain violently rejected the reality. Muttering under her breath, her fingers flew across her phone screen, frantically searching through Zephyr's digital footprint as her mind raced for a loophole.

On stage, the judging committee had fully grasped the situation. They immediately issued a profound, public apology to Scarlett and officially handed the gold trophy back to her.

Just as Scarlett's fingers brushed the crystal, Sylvia suddenly completely lost her mind. She shot up from her seat and screamed at the top of her lungs:

"She's lying! There is no way she is Zephyr! I have proof!"

Her hysterical scream paralyzed the room. The applause died instantly as hundreds of heads whipped around to stare at her.

Sylvia raised her voice to a fever pitch, holding her phone high in the air, her eyes burning with manic certainty.

"In our culture, only a senior citizen who has lived a long life would refer to themselves as a 'relic' or a fossil! Scarlett is a young woman in her twenties. Why would she ever call herself a relic of the past?!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the real Master Zephyr is someone else! It cannot be her! The real Zephyr is simply too reclusive to step forward, and this pathetic, attention-seeking fraud is just exploiting his silence!"

Sylvia's rapid-fire accusations echoed through the silent auditorium, leaving the elite crowd entirely speechless.