The runaway groom novel (Irene and Isaac) novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257

The entire sports complex erupted in an uproar before the host could finish–every parent was absolutely livid, while the contestants were dumbstruck.

They had been sitting there and waiting for so long, only to be told that the competition didn’t count.

“Why?! Our children had practiced so hard and did so well! Why shouldn’t this count just because you said so?”

“That’s right! I even applied for leave to watch my kids!”

“Are you calling the entire competition moot? What happened? We need an explanation!”

The parents were soon filing out of the audience seats and entered the court, causing pandemonium.

“Please calm down, everyone. We’ve just received word that one of the judges is an impersonator, which is why we cannot accept the scores legally.”

The voices of discontent only grew louder.

“What’s happening? How could someone impersonate a judge?”

“It’s your own oversight, isn’t it?”

As various complaints were belted at the organizers, the man who spoke with Irene just now came to a retaliation. Leaning in to whisper into her ear, he asked, “Do you think you’ve been found out?”

Irene, however, was certainly aware that she was being targeted.

Right now, Robin must be hiding somewhere, watching and anticipating Irene making a clown of herself.

Pretending to be terrified, Irene asked, “What should I do?”

“Why don’t you leave for now?” The man suggested.

Irene knew she would never escape, but agreed nonetheless. “Yeah.”

As she started to move, however, Robin darted out of nowhere and caught her by her wrist, while shouting to the disgruntled parents, “It’s her! She was pretending to be a judge although she doesn’t know how to dance, let alone adjudicate! She’s the reason this competition is moot. Blame her if you want!”

At her voice, everyone turned their crosshairs at Irene.

Irene hung her head as if petrified, but only Isaac–who just entered–saw the coldness in her eyes from the distance.

While everyone was left stunned, Robin simply thought that Irene was making a last–ditch. effort to slip away.

“You’re qualified? Who do you think you’re fooling?” Robin laughed. “Just apologize already!

“Not just an apology! She must compensate everyone!”

As pandemonium ensued again, Irene calmly took out a card, “You can verify if this is real.”

It was her teaching license, which Miss Lang gave her a while ago.

Robin was left in disbelief. “How could you have one?”

Irene simply waved it at her face. “But I do have it.”

Robin thought then that it must be a mistake–no one could get a teaching license overnight, just as you could learn to dance overnight.

Bolstered by the thought, Robin snapped, “Even if you have that, it doesn’t prove you can dance! It’s nothing more than a fake!”